Sophie Zelmani

If I am your stolen mind
It could get back to you
Don't you think that's right
I don't know how hard you held me
There must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me
If I am your sickness now
I wouldn't be of a kind
That would let you die
You haven't really told me yet
So it still must be fifty and fifty
on what I'll get
If I am your question now
Could as well be a riddle
That only takes some time
Still the days are just passing by
Wait for rain, wait for cry
If I am your wood in where you're lost
The trees could crease
For fields that's opening up
Still the day is letting me deny
I wait for rain, I wait for cry