You send words into the wind thinking the old you would be gone by morning But every word comes home someday Nothing spoken ever truly leaves Your words drift up into the sky, higher and higher they rise, then come pourin’ back down like a storm of spears. You even realize that? Ain’t my storm It’s yours You’re standing in your own storm of spears Your words drift up into the sky, higher and higher they rise, then come pourin’ back down like a storm of spears. You even realize that? Ain’t my storm It’s yours You’re standing in your own storm of spears
