Lyrics:

The wind plays flute through the cellar door
And on my window sill plays a sad old song
I hope tonight you will touch my hair and draw ghosts on my back
Walk the shore to impassable
Shout at screaming waves, shout at silent rocks
I think tonight I'll dream of salty tounges, so tears drip down my legs
The wind plays flute through the cellar door
And on my window sill plays a sad old song
I hope tonight you will touch my hair and draw ghosts on my back