From here where wind blows
I�m waiting to know what I�ll never know:
what you think of me.
you send me pictures and words of love.
I am an older boy, there�s nothing I�m sure of.
�Cept I know I have faith to soar, strength to fly,
and little more. Wind has worn from me hostility;
gentility I wear like a crown. Imagine me otherwise;
a hundred guys would kill to be walking beside you here.
So it isn�t clear what�s wrong with me. I get my feet wet,
I have paid my debt, I am loved yet...

What do you think of me?
You sing me melodies
and hand over gold rings with silver keys.
Say I�m your lover.
Oh why do you think of me.