Face to the Sky

She is standing, listening to the wind

Darkness lifting her face to the sky

Her homecoming laughter

Swirling around her

Dizzy as a top on a chessboard

Dizzy as a top on a chessboard

Her memories of wild men standing still

In the desesrt building a fire

Holding back the fears

And whistling a tune

Dizzy as a top on a chessboard

She's run out of kindness

She's run out today

She's run out everything

She had to say

Wind in the darkness lifted her face

And the sky was bursting again

Her homecoming laughter

Swirling around her

Dizzy as a top on a chessboard

Dizzy as a top on a chessboard

You're whistling a tune

That she's never heard

Holding back the fear in the wind

And somebody's hearing all her thoughts

And lifting her face to the sky

Lifting her face to the sky

Lifting, lifting, lifting her face to the sky