She is standing, listening to the wind
Dark is lifting, her face to the sky
I woke up with laughter
Swimming around the, dizzy as a turf
On a chessboard
Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

The memory of wild man
Standing still
In the desert he will find
Holding back the few and whistling her truth
Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

She run all the kindness, she drugged out the game
She run out of everything she had to say
Wind and the darkness, lift her face
And she sky was bursting again
Her own …laughter, swirling around her
Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard
Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

Whistling the tune, that’s she’s never win
Holding back the fury and the wind
And somebody’s here in all her thoughts
And lifting her face to the sky
Lifting her face to the sky
Lifting, lifting, lifting face
Lifting, lifting, lifting her face
Lifting, lifting, lifting her face
Lifting, lifting, lifting her face.