Blow - Bob Geldof

Blow hateful wind

Cold on faithless skin

Higher than the highest high

Love will find a way to you again

Flow bitter seas

Thrown down on buckled knees

Colder than the oldest sin

Love will find a way to you again

Can you speak it?

Yes, I’ll speak of thin, bleak winter moons

Will you speak it?

Yes, to boneless ghosts of empty rooms

And repeat it?

Yes, to maddened priests of waste and ruin

But love will find a way to you again

Blow wind

Blow hateful wind

Love will find a way to you again

Yes, love will find a way to you again

Love will find a way to you again