I feed on days of wind
I lean against the nights of god
Alone with the shadows on my walls
They sleep and breathe and dream beside me
They rock my world
Too fast, so way too fast!

I used to dance my soul to sleep
I used to play the kings court clown
Now I am too tired for this
Too tired for the games
Now that my world is just an old star in the skies
Now that my heroes have all died
I feed on days of wind,
I feed on wind for days.
Wind feeds off me at night.

The weather has grown against the last opposition
It's getting hard to hang around.
My world is crumbling,
Still feed on days of wind
And lean against the nights of god.

A clown for kings
A dancer
A sullen one, to speak
Now that my heroes have all died
My world is just an old star in the sky,
Wind feeds off me at night.