Under my feet
I got twenty one marks from places I've been
Under my hands
I am touching secrets
I will never tell
Your smile,your smile
keeps me happy,just at times
What is life,what is life
When the good things are gone
With the lightest winter blow of wind
Wind,wind,wind,wind
There is a key hanging on the door's eye
There is a camera capturing images from up high
capturing your
Your smile,your smile
keeps me happy,just at times
What is life,what is life
When the good things are gone
With the lightest winter blow of wind
Wind,wind,wind,wind
Your smile,your smile
keeps me happy,just at times
What is life,what is life
When the good things are gone
With the lightest winter blow of wind
Wind,wind,wind,wind