One of us is the wind's clear song
Blowing through places we don't belong
I hear you echo through every tree
But when I answer it comes out wrong
One of us is a ghost on a wire
A flickering dance of the tiniest fire
Thin as the picture you see on TV
None of the substance the senses require
One thing that you said is true
When my eyes are open they're blue
But they're faded and burned by the things that they see
And they're starved for a vision of something that's new
I can see that you're a good friend
That's something I hope will never end
You are a diamond amidst the debris
I wait for every message you send
But one of us doesn't quite exist
A voice that you hear coming out of the mist
I don't know which of us it would be
It's just a feeling I can't resist
