the dry wind has stolen warmth off your hand   so i let your palm getting warm again   you look chilled in ragged jeans   i see you inhaling the wind   i shut my eyes so quick to keep this whole scene within      you're tearing the strings off your guitar   the sonic noise piercing through my ears   you're in the shadow look like dreaming   dark as the shadow of spanish painting   you're in the shadow of daydreaming   white as the silence of your being