A broken night of windy chills, Is the brokenness that kills. A broken night of windy chills, Is the brokenness that kills.

Going back in time, to make everything fine! ‘Twas a windy day, in the magical month of May. L... Going back in time, to make everything fine! ‘Twas a windy day, in the magica...

Windy Tales As Time stood still, Windy Tales As Time stood still,

The bright sun kissed my skin, Sweat droplets ran from forehead to chin, The bright sun kissed my skin, Sweat droplets ran from forehead to chin,

It is a present. It is a present.

My mind keeps wondering about the problem My mind keeps wondering about the problem