Colosseum II - Winds lyrics

There's none to call the wind a liar Save those whose limbs can flow as fast Can creep up on unwatchful truth And pluck her sleeves, distract her eyes And leave in place the fitting image Burnished bright with the rub of easy belief The deafest ears hear falsehood's bell A-tolling in the Belfry The loudest tongue is his Whose ear is untuned to what's likely And thus the knowing spark Is fanned into the mindless flame Denouncing all across its path It blots all trace of blame Only the blind man touches a hand And feels a heart afire Only the blind man sees so well He can call the wind a liar, liar, liar, liar Behold the boomerang Returns riding before the wind History written afresh As the beginning becomes the end, end, end, end Only the blind man touches a hand And feels the heart afire Only the blind man sees so well He can call the wind a liar, liar, liar, liar Behold the boomerang Returns riding before the wind History written afresh As the beginning becomes the Beginning becomes the end