Oh…      You say oh, oh, oh, these colors   Do you see another color?   Is it red, red, red?   Do you see another color?   Is it red, red, red, red, red,   Red, red, red, red…   Oh, oh, oh, oh…   This aching head…      If there are winds in my head   Then there is wind in my head   You know these rustling stones   In the years that I hold so dear   My dear, to all the things that   You said to me, oh.      You said the shape of my hands   Roll up inside your hands   Without opening up your eyes   Oh, I say “thanks and thank you for   The things that you said to me”      You take a little wind   Wind at my earlobes   You take the little pins   The pins in my pillow   You gather up my sins   You let them go out   You take a little wind   The wind at my ears, oh   I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”   You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”      I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”   You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”   I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”   I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”   I say, “You should hear the wind at my window.”   Oh   “You should hear the wind in my window.”      It goes, “Oooh-ooh, ooh-oh-ooh”      You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”   You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”   You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”   You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”