She's like the wind through my tree She rides the ...

 Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

 In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart

 You're so indecisive of what I'm saying
Trying to catch the beat, make up your heart

 Day after day, I will walk and I will play
But the day after today, I will stop and I will start

 Nie bez powodu
Od braku wspomnień głos ściszony, głośno drży

 And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake

 Let me in on all your secrets
No inhibition, no sin

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

 Sił mi brak, żeby szczerze powiedzieć:
„Tę wojnę wygra tylko jeden”.

 Muzyka jest stenografią uczuć.