If I could fly like a bird
If I could see you smiling now
I need wings to see
I need wings to feel you
Sunday morning and I’m thinking about you
Wondering what you might be doing now
I still can feel that warm kiss on my cheek
It’s burning when I see you on my mind
Living like this is killing my soul
I can’t even breathe clearly
Should I give up or
Should I hope seeing you again
Memories about you keep hope alive
But hope is a mother of fools
Am I a fool? I’m asking myself
But there’s no answer, there is hope