listen hard for the wind to call your name
and if the reply is not the same

we know it's a lie
the sound [bad word] from the sky

stand me in a field where i once grew
chop me down until i turn blue

we know it's a lie
the sound [bad word] from the sky
  
but sometimes
when it don't make sense

call me up when [bad word] out of steam [bad word] over i guess that's what i mean
and don't look upon the winter that has been
you might find bad things buried there

we know it's a lie
the sound [bad word] from the sky

but sometimes 
when it don't make sense