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In the eyes of a falcon
I stare as we drop below
On the wings of a dove
I dive and I fall below

I forget how it came to be
And when did the whispers start
Did I lead from my head or
Did I leap with my heart?

In the thoughts we hide
In the signs I show
Masquerades will take me where
Prevailing winds will blow

The skies they know...
The winds will blow...

And now on the day after
Back payments long past due
The future... it is here
Old eyes look for something new

Watch the rain flood the streets
From mist and cloud came its start
Do the waters pull us down or
Do we let the rivers part?

In the times we share
By our minds alone
All these lives will travel where
Prevailing winds have blown

The lies they show...
The winds will blow...

With the eyes of a falcon
I spy as we come back down
With the wings of a dove
I rise and it comes back 'round

Question how it came to be
How small disguises start
Do I weep from my head or
Do I bleed with my heart?

All the lives we take
In our veins they flow
And I am drawn to where
Prevailing winds will blow

The skies they know...
The winds still blow...
In the eyes of a falcon   I stare as we drop below   On the wings of a dove    I dive and I fall below      I forget how it came to be   And when did the whispers start   Did I lead from my head or   Did I leap with my heart?      In the thoughts we hide   In the signs I show   Masquerades will take me where    Prevailing winds will blow      The skies they know...   The winds will blow...      And now on the day after   Back payments long past due   The future... it is here   Old eyes look for something new      Watch the rain flood the streets    From mist and cloud came its start   Do the waters pull us down or   Do we let the rivers part?      In the times we share   By our minds alone   All these lives will travel where    Prevailing winds have blown      The lies they show...   The winds will blow...      With the eyes of a falcon   I spy as we come back down   With the wings of a dove    I rise and it comes back 'round      Question how it came to be    How small disguises start   Do I weep from my head or   Do I bleed with my heart?      All the lives we take   In our veins they flow    And I am drawn to where   Prevailing winds will blow      The skies they know...   The winds still blow...