On the wind we'll Taste the innonce also secret sweet And we will not breathe before we speak And we will not come for her She said Poor Boy, Poor Boy... you're just not right Poor Boy, Poor Boy... you hate your life What can I say or do... To change your gray eyes back to blue? I'm wind sweet Cinnamon and we do not for We do not come for her No more Poor Boy, Poor Boy... What have i've done Poor Boy, Poor Boy... I around What can I say or do... To change these gray eyes back to you? On the wind we'll see And we do not breathe before