Already Known

For the wind under wingsFor the wings of my planeFor the plane that will carry me far awayFor the night of this dayFor the day of this weekFor the week that will end this painBut the light is too fast for meAnd my voice is too slow to reach her liesI think she knowsshe's wrapping herself in the wickedness but can't let goIt so charming though it's a sickness I already knowFor the queen of the guileFor the guile in our mindsFor the mind that will hide our emotional sideFor the instinct of your selfpreservationthat will keep your way straightI'm calling for northern windsI'm calling for the rising sunI'm calling for moonsI'm calling for starsI'm calling for you