I'm singing this song to calm you down
Wherever you are, pretty brunette girl
You know well where all my pain lies, girl
It's raining and it's been quite a while for us to get wet
The wind will blow and dry us
I'm singing this song to calm you down
Wherever you are, pretty brunette girl
Either in the chest of another guardian, or freed
Because we were made to fly
And the wind is blowing for us to dry ourselves
Because we were made to fly
And the wind is blowing for us to dry ourselves