It's wilder than the ocean, higher than the mountain.

 Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

 Ślepemu wzrok, głuchemu dźwięk, zmarłemu życia dar.
Chromemu krok, niememu pieśń, przynosi Chrystus Pan!

 Wszędzie wiszą lustra
Wokół twoich słów.

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry for everything that I've done"

 Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof

 W głębi duszy o tym wiem,
że gdzieś na szczycie góry,
wszyscy razem spotkamy się.

 And I might never be the one who brings you flowers,
But I can be the one tonight,

 If you want, we can be runaways
Running from any site of love

 My Słowianie wiemy, jak użyć mowy ciała,
wiemy, jak poruszasz tym, co mama w genach dała.

 The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.