Why don't I wake up, you still lie in my dreamsTelling me how you used to loveI still dare to smile to the memories you leftFor the wind to crush in timeCan you believe in something trivial likeThe sound of a breeze that passes through your soulSinging out to a voice with nothing justTo listen to your own voiceWhat if I could draw a line of lifeAnd write you all the linesThe letters you wishI could be me, I could be whoYou wish I would be for youCan you believe in something trivial likeThe sound of a breeze that passes through your soulSinging out to a voice with nothing justTo listen to your own voiceCan you believe in something trivial likeThe sound of a breeze that passes through your soulSinging out to a voice with nothing justTo listen to your own voiceYou wish things were nothing, no wordsCan you still get lost in your labour?Didn't let it slip out of my brainNow I'm standing here with youCan you still get lost in the wind?Can you believe in something trivial likeThe sound of a breeze that passes through your soulTo sing it out to avoid something justTo listen to your own voiceCan you believe in something trivial likeThe sound of a breeze that passes through your soulTo sing it out to avoid something justTo listen to your own voiceCan you still get lost in the wind?