My strength
It comes from being happy to be alive
For I could have died
So many times
The simple things are getting so complicated
Thinking too much
And feeling not enough
I am the wind that is stuck in the tornado
Looking for freedom
Looking for your touch
Your hands are calling
Your heart is still haunting
Looking for freedom
Looking for your touch
Your hands are calling
Your heart is still haunting me
I'm about to fall
And it seems that you don't care at all
Self absorbed and self contained
You keep yourself far away
The dreamer in me is searching for reality
But all I get is a slap back from you
I am so tired
Of trying to break through
Looking for freedom
Looking for your touch
Your hands are calling
Your heart is still haunting
Looking for freedom
Looking for your touch
Your hands are calling
Your heart is still haunting me
Your words are like knives
When you say goodbye
Cutting through my pages
Cutting into my brain
Looking for freedom
Looking for your touch
Your hands are calling
Your heart is still haunting
Looking for freedom
Looking for your touch
Your hands are calling
Your heart is still haunting me