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