I'll be the wind in your leaves   The warmth of the sun   I'm always drawing your colors   I'm always tracing your footsteps      It's a hard world, it's a cold world   I could never say what I mean   I went looking in all the wrong places   There's nothing wrong with you      Broken telephone   The lines are down   The wires no longer reaching   Connection's gone      Higher and higher I am taken by   What you've given to me   Higher and higher I am taken by   What you've given to me, what you've given to me   What you've given to me      I'll be the wind in your leaves   The warmth of the sun   I'm always drawing your colors   I'm always tracing your footsteps      It's a hard world, it's a cold world   I could never say, what I mean   I went looking in all the wrong places   There's nothing wrong with you      Broken telephone   The lines are down   I throw myself at nothing   I throw myself at nothing      Higher and higher I am taken by   What you've given to me   Higher and higher I am taken by   What you've given to me, what you've given to me   What you've given to me