Wrinkles by Best Witches Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These faces in the crowd
Wrinkles on a soft and dry, white cloud
Floating by talking loud
Even when there's no one else around
Until the rain comes down
Drowning their voices out
Ending the silence drought
The winds will huff and shout "hear me, hear me"
It and will all amount to
Another face in the clouds

[Outro]
No one hears it
No one hears it
No one hears it
No one hears it