Verse 1
Five words for the sea
And seven for the winds that carry me
A name for the stillness of a monk's cell
Another for the spoor of a ghost
The mule passes us on the road
Even when he isn't there
Pails of milk swinging softly
In the tamarisk shade
Pre-Chorus
We run up and down the dry hills
Climbing to the ruins of iron mines
Chorus
The word for wind
Is another word for soul
The word for wind
Is the breath we carry whole
Verse 2
Buildings falling into their porticoes
Galleries and loading shafts and cisterns
I take a lump of ore and add it
To a pouch of thyme and rosemary
The same wind that tormented Ovid
The same wind Odysseus kept in a bag
Asleep against stones bright
As air from a volcano's mouth
Pre-Chorus
Coves clear to the sea floor
Wind grass and new lambs calling
Chorus
The word for wind
Is another word for soul
The word for wind
Is the breath we carry whole
Bridge
Donkeys eating thistles and broom
And nettle in the golden light
Here we make revithia
Chickpeas onion and broth
We make revithia
In order to say good-bye
Chorus
The word for wind
Is another word for soul
The word for wind
Is the breath we carry whole
Outro
Leave your coffins open
Let the air come in
Leave your coffins open
The soul is just a wind
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The wind is just a soul
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