On My Side It sounds like a whisper It
seems like a dream It breaks and it
falls It tears at the seam
Suppose that
it happens Suppose that it’s
real Supposing you’re right Suppose
it won’t heal forever
And I will
get old and tired And nothing will get to
me No one will want to have me Longing to
be set free
Chorus If only the sun
would take me If only the wind was on my
side If only the sun would take me If only
the wind was on my side
I wish I could see
you I’m stuck in a fog I wish I had
patience A virtue says god
I wish I had
wishes A gold magic charm I’d wish
for more time I’d wish to go far
away
And I will get old and tired And
nothing will get to me No one will want to
have me Longing to be set
free
Chorus
And I can hear voices
calling And I can feel weight upon my
mind You’ll hold my hand in your
hand And after I’m gone you’ll
still have Time to figure out the
things, The things that left me empty
inside
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