Patrick Wolf. Wind in the Wires. Zeneszám

Wind in the wires
Electricity, on the edge of a cliff
Moments of transcendence
Sweet and transitory

But here comes a rage
A crippling anger
Sea birds are blown into the rocks
Beauty and grace, lost to thunder

Thunder
Pressure
Getting lower

Her waters break
The rain falls to the sea
Into a granite wave
A unit, a family