It sounds like a whisper
It seems like a dream
It breaks and it falls
It tears at the seam
Suppose that it happens
Suppose that its real
Supposing youre right
Suppose it wont heal forever
And I will get old and tired
And nothing will get to me
No one will want to have me
Longing to be set free
If only the sun would take me
If only the wind was on my side
I wish I could see you
Im stuck in a fog
I wish I had patience
A virtue says god
I wish I had wishes
A gold magic charm
Id wish for more time
Id wish to go far away
And I will get old and tired
And nothing will get to me
No one will want to have me
Longing to be set free
If only the sun would take me
If only the wind was on my side
I can hear voices calling
And I can feel weight upon my mind
Youll hold my hand in your hand
And after Im gone youll still have
Time to figure out the things,
The things that left me empty inside
If only the sun would take me
If only the wind was on my side
If only the wind was on my side...
Wooooa... on my side