The wind plays flute Through the cellar door And on my window sill Plays a sad old song I hope tonight You will touch my hair And draw ghosts on my back Walk the shore Too impassable Shout at screaming waves Shout at silent rocks I think tonight I'll dream of salty tongues So tears drip down my legs The wind plays song Through the cellar door And on my window sill Plays a sad old song I hope tonight You will touch my hair And draw ghosts on my back