Sitting on a bench in a park in the world
a young boy puts a stone in the palm of my hand
see how it glows he says, finer then gold
and truer then some of the stories I´ve been told
In the city alarm in the beat of my heart
somewhere I hear your voices they speak to me
´bout the riddles in the wind, and how it all begin
´bout the search for love before we go
for a reason we don´t know
Lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
secret is the wind that carries all the falling leaves
lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
time´s a thief while everything fades away
I want to belong to the living, not walk with the dead
wanna hear the childrens laughter, need something to belive in
wanna see the cherry blossom, see how they riding in the wind
need the heat of your body, need to be close to you
need to be loved by you
Lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
secret is the wind that carries all the falling leaves
lonely is the heart and weary is the frosen winter
time´s a thief while everything fades away

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