Tonight the wind is carring me your smell
of wood and rain,
as I knew it that night
we fell in love
and made it miracle.
When we opened our hearts of stone
to share warmth in the cold,
we witnessed a miracle.
I know you have to go, but make it slow.
I know you want to leave,
but let me give you some love.
May we keep safe down deep inside
the love we saved from the night,
it was such a miracle.
We were just two lost souls,
sharing love in the cold,
and witnessing miracles.
Is there something more worth to live for
than let our spirits grow old, in love?
Will you be like I belive you are?
Will I live after we say goodbye?