If you should see me stop and scan the hot sky, don't let me, give me an alibi,
If you should see me stoop to smell the rose, don't let me, show me the thorns it grows.

I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but the wind, and it is covering up the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Lash me to the mast, for it was nothing but the ghost of innocence past.

If you should hear me beckon long lost years, don't let me, burn me with the salt of my tears,
If you should hear me wish upon a star, don't let me, show me the way things are.

I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but the wind, and it is covering up the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Paralysed of voice, haunted by nothing but the ghost of paradise lost.

If you should feel me move toward the light you'll shoot me down like a dead satellite,
If you should feel me shake on feet of clay you'll have me baptised in shades of grey.

I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but the wind, and it is covering up the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Lash me to the mast, for it was nothing but the ghost of innocence past,
I can hear nothing but the howling,
Nothing but the wind, and it is covering up the tracks where I have been,
I will say nothing but a whisper,
Paralysed of voice, haunted by nothing but the ghost of paradise lost.