There is something in the wind tonight
some kind of change of weather
somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice together
i got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is on the rise
black as a crow's feather
Now, i could stay another day or two
but what's the use of stalling
deep in the winter even holdout leaves start falling
lately every night above the declarations of our love
i hear the road calling
It's such a fragile magic
a puff of wind can break the spell
and all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
savannah, fare you well
In a vision i had yesterday
it rained so hard that i drowned
while i waited for a hurricane to die down
the raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart
that love cannot tie down
It's such a fragile magic
a puff of wind can break the spell
and all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
savannah, fare you well