| Song | One Wind Blows |
| Artist | Toad the Wet Sprocket |
| Album | Bread & Circus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
| Wouldn't know any more than home | |
| And couldn't see much further | |
| And light won't help | |
| A wound untended grows | |
| And never heals | |
| Standing face to east | |
| Waiting for an answer | |
| But the only sound is desert wind | |
| And when the wind was cold | |
| Bundled up and packed away we shiver still | |
| Finding more than one wind blows | |
| I couldn't sleep | |
| Something kept me still and wide awake | |
| And gnawing at my breast | |
| Something i don't know | |
| I couldn't shake it | |
| Laying face to wall | |
| Plaster tells me nothing | |
| But i sense a movement somewhere else | |
| And 'though it's far away | |
| Bundled up in safety here i shiver still | |
| Finding more than one wind blows | |
| He walked alone | |
| Facing wind and snow | |
| Moving slowly | |
| He staggers, moves again | |
| Somehow stronger now | |
| The wind won't touch him | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
| Wouldn' t know any more than home | |
| And couldn' t see much further | |
| And light won' t help | |
| A wound untended grows | |
| And never heals | |
| Standing face to east | |
| Waiting for an answer | |
| But the only sound is desert wind | |
| And when the wind was cold | |
| Bundled up and packed away we shiver still | |
| Finding more than one wind blows | |
| I couldn' t sleep | |
| Something kept me still and wide awake | |
| And gnawing at my breast | |
| Something i don' t know | |
| I couldn' t shake it | |
| Laying face to wall | |
| Plaster tells me nothing | |
| But i sense a movement somewhere else | |
| And ' though it' s far away | |
| Bundled up in safety here i shiver still | |
| Finding more than one wind blows | |
| He walked alone | |
| Facing wind and snow | |
| Moving slowly | |
| He staggers, moves again | |
| Somehow stronger now | |
| The wind won' t touch him | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
| Wouldn' t know any more than home | |
| And couldn' t see much further | |
| And light won' t help | |
| A wound untended grows | |
| And never heals | |
| Standing face to east | |
| Waiting for an answer | |
| But the only sound is desert wind | |
| And when the wind was cold | |
| Bundled up and packed away we shiver still | |
| Finding more than one wind blows | |
| I couldn' t sleep | |
| Something kept me still and wide awake | |
| And gnawing at my breast | |
| Something i don' t know | |
| I couldn' t shake it | |
| Laying face to wall | |
| Plaster tells me nothing | |
| But i sense a movement somewhere else | |
| And ' though it' s far away | |
| Bundled up in safety here i shiver still | |
| Finding more than one wind blows | |
| He walked alone | |
| Facing wind and snow | |
| Moving slowly | |
| He staggers, moves again | |
| Somehow stronger now | |
| The wind won' t touch him | |
| Chorus |