Sonic Wind – Calexico – letras

Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hearperfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would neverappearin the skies (disguised)Change in direction where birds never fly nor roamlie ‘neath green valleys and wait for the call to comeFiretail bats, poised to attackto set ablaze the rafters and the roofsuntil the plan leaves the handburns the site down to the groundthrough the groundCraters are carving and wounds are left to weepsink to the table filtering through the yearsclosing behind the nightmarish fears that run deepdown in green valleys wait for the call to comewhen it’s all over and the empty quarterreturns to the emptiness again5000 miles over airplane graveyardslandmass oceans wide. over continentsa sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hearperfect pitch, simple glitch, promises…over the skies – in disguiseChange in directiona sonic wind is blowingand the fire it is burningdown in green valleys where birds never fly nor roamover airplane graveyards, wait for the call to comeand the sonic wind is whistling