Mackenzie Brooke Poet Lyric

Wind

Future is holding.
Nature is calling.
Dreaming of falling,
Let the wind blow through your hair.

Flowers are blooming,
It's very roomy,
When you're around.
Let the wind blow through your hair.

When a slow song plays,
In an empty parade.
All the lights shine bright,
When you're in my sight.
Slow motion walking,
I hear you talking.
I hear you walking.
The wind will get to you,
If you are not prepared.

Your hair flows into place,
When you look at her face.
Did I even have a chance?
Can you give me just one dance?

Looking at your profile,
Because I'm in denile.
I look at the light,
During a low tide...

When a slow song plays,
In an empty parade.
All the lights shine bright,
When you're in my sight.
Slow motion walking,
I hear you talking.
I hear you walking.
The wind will get to you,
If you are not prepared.

Making dreams come true,
Did you even get the clue?
It's not so new,
That I'm in love with you.

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