Lyrics and Music by Andrew Luttrell
© 2005 Echoeseven Music LTD, (BMI) Andrew Luttrell
All Rights Reserved
Bored with the railway station, seek the answers that they get
Left in Montrose they're still upset
After natural abuse, the rock and wood look the same
The only change was its name
Don't know who's asking, different coast in sun or snow
The Translation I'll never know
Something that I felt before, dying day at the time
Although it's just the harder kind
The slow wind on Trinidad Cove
The slow wind
The slow wind on Trinidad Cove
The slow wind
Everything is never done, so there's nothing left to do
Someone is talking about you
The slow wind on Trinidad Cove
The slow wind
The slow wind on Trinidad Cove
The slow wind
The slow wind
The slow wind
The slow wind
