Let the wind rise
Let the storm begin
Let the coal clouds
Come rushing in
So dark down here
Dark there up high
The whirling pillar
Overcast the sky
Make the trees fly
Make the cars roll
Make us feel desperate
And so so small
What's left of me
Will finally learn to be free
All precious things
That we hold on tight
All stars that glow
In the night
All fluttering dreams
With their tiny wings
Let them go
With the wind
All cues lost
All ties torn
Mighty is the hand of the storm
First things first
Last things last
See I'm getting smaller
With every blast
What's left of me
Will finally learn to be free
All precious things
That we hold on tight
All stars that glow
In the night
All fluttering dreams
With their tiny wings
Let them go
With the wind
Lyrics by Anastasia Minster