The Whirlings - Dead Meadow

The rushing, whirling wind

Over and over again

I’m with you without end

I guess I’ll see you soon, friend

The rushing, whirling wind

Round and round we spin

As beginning eats its end

I guess I’ll see you soon, friend

You stop the whirling wind that spins in my head

As beginning eats its end I wish I was

With you without end

I guess I’ll see you soon

And be with you again