The Wind Is the Sound of the Crying

i dream of doing nothing together. and i wish i was sitting next to you saying nothing when there was nothing to be said Aaaaho this place is so wide-open. the wind chills to the bone. the wind is the sound of you crying. of all those ever alone. i'd rather feel the pain and spend time licking my wounds then to have to know what it's like to live without you. without you here. i'm longing to be your victim of circumstance circumstance and now at least i know you