She would be happy to find the real
She would be happy to remove the veil
She has lost her courage among the weft of the veil
But she took all her pride today she no longer wants to hide
But she took all her pride today she no longer wants to hide
But she took all her pride today she no longer wants to hide
And it is hope for the future to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
In the wind.
The thorn of the rose is painful but realizing that it hurts is real
She doesn't know she is beautiful but the pain is covered by the veil
And it is hope for the future to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
In the wind.
She does not try to understand the sacred bulshit of a man
They tease and cover with their hand the sacred lies of a man
They tease and cover with their hand the sacred lies of a man
The sacred lies of a man
And it is hope for the future to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
She doesn't talk about a culture revolution she just wants to have hair in the wind
In the wind.
She's been waiting for a thousand years for the wind to move her hair
She lives the deceptions of a law that hides the truth
She lives the deceptions of a law that hides the truth
She lives the deceptions of a law that hides the truth
Of a law that hides the truth
Of a law that hides the truth
Of a law that hides the truth