How could I live without my sea? How could I live without my wind? How could I live without the rain that wets the weak side of my skin? How could I? The world spinnin' around, one revolution every 24 hours. It's easy, but still a fuckin' mistery. And we don't seem to see beyond the boundaries, we don't seem to understand the beauty of the unsaid. Open the windows, smell the fire. It's the rebirth of the wild.