{ As we walk down the country lanes, I'll be singing a song, hear me calling your name.}

Hear the wind within the trees, telling mother nature about you and me!

Un montón de diarios apilados, 

y una flor cuidando mi pasado, 

y un rumor de voces que me gritan
y un millón de manos que me aplauden
y el fantasma tuyo, sobre todo
cuando ya me empiece a quedar solo.

You might not feel it now, but when the pain cuts through, you're gonna know and how the sweat is going to fill your head, when it becomes too much, you'll shout aloud.

Look what you're doing, I'm feeling blue and lonely,
Would it be too much to ask of you, what you're doing to me?

I've been waiting here for you, wondering what you're gonna do. Should you need a love that's true, it's me.