Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever
And when you lured me into your syrup All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go I never really realised that
Just like the struggling summer flies that I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow
Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you cracked the whip While you cracked the whip
I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march Merry hare It never really came to mind that
The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare
Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you held the hoop While you held the hoop
Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder
Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Have I been such a fool
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