Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear   perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never   appear   in the skies (disguised)      Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam   lie 'neath green valleys and wait for the call to come      Firetail bats, poised to attack   to set ablaze the rafters and the roofs   until the plan leaves the hand   burns the site down to the ground   straight through the ground      Creaters are carving and wounds are left to weep   sink to the table filtering through the years   closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep   down in green valleys wait for the call to come   when it's all over and the empty quarter   returns to the emptiness again      5000 miles over airplane graveyards   landmass oceans wide. over continents   a sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear   perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises...   over the skies - in disguise      Change in direction   a sonic wind is blowing   and the fire it is burning   down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam   over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come   and the sonic wind is whistling