(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)
Out of nowhere this gust of wind
Brushed my hair and kissed my skin
I aimed to hold a bridled pace
When with love itself I came face to face
Pullin' back the reins
Trying to remain
Tall in a saddle
When all that we had well
Ran away
With a will of its own
I know your soul is wild and free
Like this galloiong inside me
Tossed by instinct and where we land
Is vast and certain of all that's planned
You know, I learned to break the run
And gently harness the love of someone
Yes, and equal parts of wait and trust
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