Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze
Nothing will ever bring him to his knees
Cold are the nights, long are the days

But no one can ever take love away

And he kept a lock and key on it forever

And he took it out to make sure it was dead
And he held it in his hand
He held it in his hand

And he waited for the dawn for some relief

Calm is the girl, flames in her hair

Keeper of paths, mirth and despair
Cold winter day, warm summer night
That no one will ever bring back to life


And he kept a lock and key on it forever
And he took it out to make sure it was dead

And he held it in his hand
He held it in his hand
And he waited for the dawn for some release


Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze
Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze