His games swept over me like 
A slow, hot wind 
Somedays, it's too warm to fight 
A slow, hot wind 
There in the shade 
Like a cool drink 
Waiting... 
He sat with slow fire in his eyes 
Just waiting... 
Somedays, it's too warm to fight 
A slow, slow hot wind. 
There in the shade 
Like a cool drink 
Waiting... 
He sat with slow fire in his eyes 
Just waiting... 
Somedays, it's too warm to fight 
A slow, hot wind. 
A slow...hot wind.