Oh, under my feet
I got twenty one marks
From places I've been
Oh, under my hands
I am touching secrets
I will never tell
Your smile, your smile
Keeps me happy, just at times
What is life, what is life?
When the good things are gone
With the lightest winter blow of wind
Wind, wind
There, there is a key
Hanging on
The door's eye
There, there is a camera
Capturing images
From up high
Capturing your...
Your smile, your smile
Keeps me happy, just at times
What is life, what is life?
When the good things are gone
With the lightest winter blow of wind
Wind, wind, wind
Your smile, your smile, your smile, your smile
Keeps me happy, just at times
What is life, what is life?
When the good things are gone
With the lightest winter blow of wind
Wind, wind, wind, wind, wind
