Screaming Into The Wind Lyrics - Height - John Nolan

Morning breaks over the Midwest. 

A silent, lonely porch swing rocking, 

The television glows. 

Another night spent crumbling, 

Just listening to you moan. 

You monkey with a microphone. 

Your redundant, useless voice 

Constantly a dull and distant noise. 

You're just screaming into the wind. 

You're just screaming into the wind. 

I'm focusing my hate. 

But it's hollow, unsubstantiated. 

You're an easy mark, 

And I just need a target right now. 

I can't face myself. 

I can't honestly own up to who I am. 

I'm just screaming into the wind. 

I'm just screaming into the wind. 

Guilt is relative. 

So is sin. 

It makes it easy to pretend. 

A bicycle is humming and it's carrying me home. 

The sun is red and headed for the west. 

I'm finding ways to rearrange me. 

I should be content, but I'm still terrified 

Cause I can't tell a realization, a rationalization, or nostalgia from regret. 

Oh no. 

I'm just screaming into the wind. 

I'm just screaming into the wind. 

Guilt is relative. 

So is sin. 

It makes it easy to pretend.