Текст песни Capturing Images

Under my feet I got twenty one marks From places I’ve been 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 Whith the lightest winter blow of wind Wind, wind, wind, wind There is a key Hanging on the door’s eye 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 Whith the lightest winter blow of wind Wind, wind, wind, wind