Wildest Wind - IAMX

You’re the wildest wind

The electric moon

Sunday morning photographs will only open

Sunday morning wounds

When the melody ends

I will be waiting here for you

My wildest wind

Come blow into my room

You’re with me

Walking the fields of perversion and mockery

But we’re changing

Piecing together our jigsaw of failures

I miss you

Even in your four day therapy vacation

But the light here

Is brilliant enough to help me focus

You’re the wildest wind

You’re the home beneath the ruin

Self-loathing or the darkest drug will never keep me

From loving

You make my heart sing

Every time you brush against me

My wildest wind

Come make me smile again

You’re with me

Walking the fields of perversion and mockery

But we’re changing

Piecing together our jigsaw of failures

I miss you

Even in your four day therapy vacation

But the light here

Is brilliant enough to help me focus