For the wind under wings
 For the wings of my plane
 For the plane that will carry me far away

 For the night of this day
 For the day of this week
 For the week that will end this pain

 But the light is too fast for me
 And my voice is too slow to reach her lies

 I think she knows
 she´s wrapping herself in the wickedness but can´t let go

 For the queen of the guile
 For the guile in our minds
 For the mind that will hide our emotional side

 For the instinct of your selfpreservation
 that will keep your way straight

 I´m calling for northern winds
 I´m calling for the rising sun
 I´m calling for moons
 I´m calling for stars
 I´m calling for you