My eyes, they shake, my knees, they bend Oh, the wind, it stole my breath againWell, I love you now and I loved you then How sweet it is to love a friendLike flowers we learn to bloom in spring Our love is not a callous thingTwo hearts that never learn to sing Are beat in perfect harmonyBaby, you can be my atlas Take the world upon your backMaybe we don't need a map, just Let me follow in your tracksCause baby, we've been good at the pastMy bones, they break, the bricks, they mend When I fall, you pick me up againOh, the list of things, well, it never endsYou say jump, baby, I say win Like flowers we learn to bloom in springOur love is not a callous thing Two hearts that never learn to singAre beat in perfect harmonyBaby, you can be my atlas Take the world upon your backMaybe we don't need a map, just Let me follow in your tracksCause baby, we've been good at the pastMy hands, they shake, my knees, they bend Oh, the wind, it stole my breath againWell, I loved you now and I loved you then Oh, how sweet it is to love a friend