Although the wind is rising now,
that boughs so disco dance;
and though the sky is sleeting down,
I feel a sweet romance:
a moment my heart's empty
and scoured out of its pain,
as I stand with head uncovered
lashed by this driving rain.
It's true we come from re-mix,
hold on to nothing too;
death's an eye of a needle
we cannot travel through:
the world is shaken branches
and leaves in whirlwind ta'en,
as I stand, shirt top-unbuttoned,
lashed by this driving rain.