Lyric

I won’t blow to overturn

I’ll brush… to make you yearn

I’ll slip between your scarf and coat

Like perfume resting on your throat

There was a time

I wanted you to hear me

Now

I want you to feel me

That’s why I’ll be the breeze

The one that comes with ease

That grazes your neck, then flies

Just enough to make you sigh

I’ve known anger, the storm in my veins

The burning shards of hurt and pain

I keep the fire, but not the roar

I’m the wind that soothes… once more

When I pass, so calm, so slight

The curtains barely lift to light

The flowers bow

The words know how

I don’t need to conquer anything

I just want to brush, not cling

No chain, just to breathe you in

To follow you, yet not begin

And if you reach your hand for mine

You’ll hold nothing… but the sign

Of my passion’s quiet fire

That sets the butterflies to desire

To touch you, to gently stay

I’ll be the breeze that loves to play

Free, alive, and sensual

A lasting shiver… carnal

When night falls soft upon your shoulder

I’ll untie the shadows, make them colder

I’ll stroke your sleep, so calm, so deep

And slip into your dreams to keep

I’ll be the sensual breeze

Essential, pure release

Free, disarming

Alive… and charming