1959 - New Version for Digital

Living as angel in the
 Place that I was born
 Living on air
 Living in heaven
 Giving the lie down, the line
 To the
 There's my heaven
 And I know
 Which way the wind blows
 In nineteen fifty-nine
 Which way the wind blows
 In nineteen fifty-nine
 And the wind blows still
 And the wind blows wild again
 For a little child can never kill this clean
 This way
 And it feels like me today
 Tell me
 Do you feel the same?
 Isabelle?
 Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
 ...Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
 And the wind blows wild again
 And the wind blows wild
 In nineteen fifty-nine
 In fifty-nine
 Isabelle
 Do you, do you feel the same?
 Come with me
 Like a little child
 Like another gun
 Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
 Way beyond the line
 Like it never was
 In nineteen fifty-nine