Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress
 Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
 Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be
 Should ever be should ever be should ever
 And when you lured me into your syrup
 All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go
 I never really realised that
 Just like the struggling summer flies that
 I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow
 Have I been such a fool
 Have I been sitting on your stool
 While you cracked the whip
 While you cracked the whip
 I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat
 Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march
 Merry hare
 It never really came to mind that
 The strings of your instrument were strangling me
 Inside their snare
 Have I been such a fool
 Have I been sitting on your stool
 While you held the hoop
 While you held the hoop
 Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways
 Freed from a love more like murder
 I should be singing but in liberation
 Feel like a ship with no rudder
 Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
 Have I been such a fool