The sky turns grey and fades to dark The leaf hangs in mid air An open window lets in the cold Time stands like a century (I feel you)
There’s nothing left but everything remains To remind me I miss you And everything I see and touch is tainted And it turns to dust
Who plays your voice to me Who strings it on the breeze If I could just believe But it’s nothing just the wind
If I put it in a hidden place An image in my mind The window may close some more each day And then time might keep on moving
Who plays your voice to me Who strings it on the breeze If I could just believe But it’s nothing just the wind
Who plays your voice to me Who strings it on the breeze If I could just believe But it’s nothing just the wind
Who steals these falling tears Who heals the aching years I thought I heard you speak It’s nothing just the wind
Who steals these falling tears Who heals the aching years I thought I heard you speak It’s nothing just the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.