Lyrics

The wind whipped her copper strands and dried old tears I'll never understand.
On her knees in the April rain, I felt from afar the numbing pain.
But something about the breeze, as she rose up from her knees gave me strength to keep on moving on.

People move your eyes over there she has got wind inside her hair.
Maybe owning a piece of her heart for more balance in the art of love.

The cross and blossoms almost made me cry. Though she never ever crossed my patch. Still a tear wells up in my eye.
It's been said you might forget what she did or what she said. But the way she made you feel will never be dead.

People move your eyes over there she has got wind inside her hair.
Maybe owning a piece of her heart for more balance in the art of love.

Is it worth a try? I ask myself most every night.
Is it worth a try? Even though my heart screams that it's not right.
Is it worth a try? I guess not but for now I just need a piece of mind.

People move your eyes over there she has got wind inside her hair.
Maybe owning a piece of her heart for more balance in the art of love.