Testo Re-Creation

Barren boughs, bare and dry, touching the sky. Barren boughs, bare and dry, hurt by the wind. I believe, yes I still believe, I believe in re-creation. The storm will come relentless and final. The lightness of a breath, the lightness of a breath, the lightness of a breath, the delicate taste of fresh air. I'm waiting for, I'm still waiting for, I'm waiting for re-creation. The wind strips you, shreds off your flesh, destroys you and re-creates you. Wind, please blow hard, come and kiss our roots. Wind, please blow hard, come and kiss, come and kiss, come and kiss, our roots. Wind, please blow hard, come and kiss our roots. Wind, please blow hard, come and kiss, come and kiss, come and kiss, our roots