You don`t blow like the breeze you were born to be
You die down in the trees and try to hide
Will you witness the dark
All you need is a spark
A cathedral of torches to light the night

On your mark here I am
I`m your spark
Runaway wind
Run run away wind

You trade your telescope for a keyhole
Make way for the gray that`s in your brown
As dreams make way for plans
See ya watch life from the stands
Come on I`ll help you burn `em to the ground

On your mark here I am
I`m your spark
Runaway wind

He sees ya like a river
Deep and silent
And he runs to you like
A shallow noisy stream
I see what you`ve become and try to hide it
You need someone who sees
What you were born to be

Here I am
You don`t. blow like the breeze
You were born to be
You don`t know what to do with your life
As day returns to dark
Flame returns to spark
Come on I feel I`m blowing out tonight

I`m your spark here I am
I`m your spark here I am
I`m your spark here I am
On your mark run away wind
Watch you run
Watch you run
Watch you run

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Writer(s): PAUL WESTERBERG