I was a singing bottle
With the wind across my mouth
When we tore across the mountain
God sewed it up behind

There are glass birds,
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all

So let down your hair
Let it sing down your shoulders

Oh, it can't be seen.

There are glass birds,
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all

Your hair....


Lyrics submitted by Joshjoss

Wind Fall song meanings
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