Ill be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
Im always drawing your colors
Im always tracing your footsteps
Its a hard world, its a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
Theres nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone
The lines are down
The wires no longer reaching
Connections gone
Higher and higher I am taken by
What youve given to me
Higher and higher I am taken by
What youve given to me, what youve given to me
What youve given to me
Ill be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
Im always drawing your colors
Im always tracing your footsteps
Its a hard world, its a cold world
I could never say, what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
Theres 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 youve given to me
Higher and higher I am taken by
What youve given to me, what youve given to me
What youve given to me