Michael Schenker Group - On And On

A kiss of the wind, then the spirits let fly To the coldness of sun I got no place to hide, nowhere to run! When the wind gets high and the mountains sigh I've got to get back home the wind don't wait for No one, no one at all Moves on and on etc. Look behind the window winter's come? Blood on the streets, when the black skies shout And then people cry no more Dreams just fade away, realities soar The only crime is his fate Can't think, can't relate Illusions seized His mind The key to all the answers are locked in his eyes! Moves on and on, etc Look behind the Window, Winter's coming? l