Late at night, in a lonely window
In a lonely room
In a cloudy haze of cigarette smoke
Surrounded in a incensed haze…
I wonder about the mysteries in life.
Love, life, death…
They are all so fleeting, after all.
The cold wind rushes by
And the young trees bend in response.
How strong, like the trees
How temperamental, like the wind…
Love will change us all.
Love will bend us
Like a sapling in the wind
Telling us which way is up
And never knowing where we’ll end
Or if we’ll survive the storm.
But like the tree in the wind,
We hold on to our fragile hearts
And bear the wind in stride.