“Chasing Wind”

Here’s a man who studied love, like volumes on a shelf
Marking up the pages, he reasons with himself
He builds his cases, and crafts arguments
And who’s the girl that’d waste her time, when all he makes is sense

When all that he can make is sense

Beauty like the world has never known
As vain today as it’ll be tomorrow
But lately you’ve been feeling darker days closing in

And a gaze the likes of which you’ve never seen
Is turning everywhere but your direction
The whispers of your lying heart will set you chasing after wind

Here’s a man who labored for the shelter he provides
Arrows in his quiver, a woman at his side
He’s getting older, but she keeps him young
Countless flowers in the world, and all he needs is one

Beauty like the world has never known
As vain today as it’ll be tomorrow
But faintly you can hear the chorus of a siren’s song

And a gaze the likes of which you’ve never seen
Is turning everywhere but your direction
An awful fear you’ll never find another quite as beautiful

. . .

Beauty like the world has never known
As vain today as it’ll be tomorrow
But lately you’ve been feeling darker days closing in

You fancy she could be the one you love
The smile that greets you early in the morning
The whispers of your lying heart will set you chasing after wind