is there some special wayin which the wind blowsor the crow flieswill we find our way back home?following shadows of the treesthat we would grow underneath when we were youngswing set regrets and sunny afternoonssunny afternoonyou asked me »how do you see the wind? »does it mark a place in timewhen things were simpleror is just a reason to repeat the seasonssince the wind it never really diesi can see it nowits flowing like a dress through the leavesblowing such a mess through the streetsit cant be autumn anymorethis is to a girl who somehow changed my worldand the way i look at life with open eyesas the crow flieswe’ll never find our way back homelost inside a memory, this moment of perfectionwhen you and i used to watch the treesswaying like a promisein the windyou asked me »how do you see the wind? »does it mark a place in timewhen things were simpleror is just a reason to repeat the seasonssince the wind it never really diesi can see it nowits flowing like a dress through the leavesblowing such a mess through the streetsit cant be autumn anymorei think i’ll just catch the wind(Catch the wind)i think i’ll just catch the windyou asked me »how do you see the wind »flowing like a dress through the leavesblowing such a mess through the streetsit cant be autumn anymoreanymore