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