Your familiar sound is waiting to be found, your soundRain force and frost are trying not to cause this stormAnother chance … for some other winter and say when we applyAnd tiny pieces are falling in between us only for reasons whyIt’s important to remember what to do this yearAnd it doesn’t help to say that you have felt this nearIt’s not so easy and you know that your face is trailing far behindI cannot want that and if we’re plumming feather we’ll never find the timeCould it be we’ve tired fadingWould it help if I’d start walking awayDon’t tell me to changeDon’t tell meYour familiar sound is waiting to be found, your soundRain force and frost are trying not to cause this stormCould it be we’ve tired fadingWould it help if I’d start walking awayDon’t tell me to changeDon’t tell me to changeDon’t tell me to changeDon’t tell me