If you should see me stop and scan the hot sky, don't let me; give me an alibi, If you should see me stoop to smell the rose, don't let me; show me the thorns it grows. I can hear nothing but the howling, Nothing but wind, It's covering the tracks where I have been, I will say nothing but a whisper, Lash me to the mast, It is nothing but the ghost of innocence past. If you should hear me beckon long lost years, don't let me; burn me with the salt of my tears, If you should hear me wish upon a star, don't let me; show me the way things are. I can hear nothing but the howling, Nothing but wind, It's covering the tracks where I have been, I will say nothing but a whisper, Paralysed of voice, It is nothing but the ghost of paradise lost. Yeah, hey. If you should feel me move toward the light, you'd shoot me down like a dead satellite, If you should feel me shake on feet of clay, you'd have me baptised in shades of grey. I can hear nothing but the howling, Nothing but wind, It's covering the tracks where I have been, I will say nothing but a whisper, Lash me to the mast, It is nothing but the ghost of innocence past, Oh, nothing but the howling, Nothing but wind, It's covering the tracks where I have been, I will say nothing but a whisper, Paralysed of voice, It is nothing but the ghost of paradise lost. Whoa.