I still hear the breathing of your lungs
I hear our songs
Our beautiful songs
I still hear your whispers in my head
I still see you lying on my bed
I recall the things you said
All the things you said
I don’t know if we should go away
Settle down or find another place
Should we be changing
Our lives
Our ways
I don’t know if you are satisfied
With our lives with how we are getting by
Are you living or waiting
for the time to pass by?
But I know I walk miles, I walk miles
With you I walk miles
In exile
With you by my side
I was lucky when found you in the night
You were dancing there in the neon light
I keep that image of you
Do you see me there too?
Wild roses get torn by rain and wind
They get worn, but never give in
We should be like them
Rebels in the wind