Lyric

Open the screen, then open it again

"No unread messages," a cycle of pain

I know there’s no one coming, I know the score

So why do I keep checking, looking for more?

I knew it all along, it’s nothing new at last

But the solitude is biting, holding me fast

Where will the wind of tomorrow start to rise?

I want to call your wind beneath these empty skies

Even when they land, even when they ring

They’re just notifications, not a single thing

Straight to the trash, with all the ads and noise

I don't even read them, like broken toys

But a total silence... is a hollow kind of fear

I just want to feel that someone else is near

I knew it all along, it’s nothing new at last

Will I be this lonely until the day has passed?

Where will the wind of tomorrow start to rise?

I want to feel it hitting my tired eyes

Not just "calling," but ready to receive

A reason for a heart to finally believe

I knew it all along, it’s nothing new at last

But maybe this solitude will one day be the past

Where will the wind of tomorrow start to rise?

I want to embrace your wind, my only prize

Hold it tight and never let it go

Still no mail

But the wind is coming

I’ll hold on to your wind