It's the [bad word] wind, it's blowing in my eyes
It's the [bad word] wind, it's telling me those lies
And it's heart is like ice and it's fingers are long
And it knows just who'll be torn apart by that windsong
It's the [bad word] wind

Its the [bad word] wind, blowing through my hair
Its the [bad word] wind loosening the threads
And, my God, it will stop you right there, dead in your tracks
If you're just held together with hope and candle-wax
It's the [bad word] wind
It's the [bad word] wind

And the higher it pulls me up, the hotter it gets
It's the end of the dream around, mid fire and cigarettes
It's the [bad word] wind whispering in my ear
It's the [bad word] wind dusting away those tears
Singing, baby the [bad word] is that this won't hurt at all
Soon there'll just be feathers and the quiet of the fall
It's the [bad word] wind
It's the [bad word] wind
It's the [bad word] wind