When the wind of changes blow
   love leaves you for a while
   and the stranger's face turns cold
   and it wipes away your smile
   when your poetry won't rhyme with all those colours you feel inside
   and that wind
  
   everything and more
  
   in a reflection you see a trace
   a face of something else
   like a child that turns to wave
   like a wave crashing in yourself
   and you cannot go inside where all the telltale clocks hold time
   in the wind
  
   everything and more
  
   there's a film that i'd like you to see
   about a girl (i think) you'll understand
   and if you fall in love with me i'm
   just hand if you need a hand
   and all those aisles of faces know
   that only love can warm the cold
   and that wind
  
   everything and more