Is that your voice in the wind?
Is that your face that I see in the sky?
Will your memory stay with me till I die?
It is time for you to leave my mind.
Our tender moments were too few,
They should have left along with you.
Every man that I see
Reminds me of what it used to be.
Your face was never theirs before.
Is that yoru voice in the wind?
Is that your face that I see in the sky?
Will your memory stay with me 'till I die?
It is time for you to leave my mind.
Our tender moents were too few.
They should have left along with you.
Is that your voice in the wind?
Is that your face in the sky?
Will your memory stay with me 'till I die? 'till I die?