Wild wind is blowing through the land,
coming for the things you don't understand,
I've been rich and poor and seen around the bend,
checking through the texts I should've sent.
Red eyes, red eyes.
Red eyes, red eyes.
Wild wind is blowing through your hair.
Couldn't done a thing cause you don't even care.
Never understood why you tortured me.
Now everything's become a piece of my sad history.
Red eyes, red eyes.
Red eyes, red eyes.
Couldn't save your soul,
burried in a hole,
I'm not sleeping much.
Not fitting for my role,
starting to get cold,
I think I'm dying.
