Wuthering Hills Verse 1 On wuthering hills where silence sings, Mist drapes the moor like memory’s wings. A sea of heather, soft and wide, Each step I take feels magnified. Chorus I walk through a world that whispers and sighs, With wind in my chest and clouds in my eyes. In this nostalgia that quietly grows, I feel more alive more than I know. Verse 2 Stone beneath me, echoes of old, A sky so low, yet strangely bold. No borders here, no need for maps, Just time unfolding in gentle laps. Chorus I walk through a world that whispers and sighs, With wind in my chest and clouds in my eyes. In this nostalgia that quietly grows, I feel more alive more than I know. Bridge Don’t ask me where the path may lead, Each breath I take is all I need. Among the heather, lost in the haze, I find myself in quiet ways. Final Chorus I walk through a world that whispers and sighs, With wind in my chest and clouds in my eyes. In this nostalgia that quietly grows, I feel more alive more than I know.
