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 wind