If I am your stolen mind It colud get back to you Don't you think that's right I don't know how hard you held me So there must be a chance you haven't Fully let go on me If I am your sickness now I wouldn't be od a kind That would let you die You haven't really told me yet So it still must be fifty fifty On what I'll get If I am you question now It 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 woon in where you're los The trees could cease For fields that's opening up Still the day id letting me deny I Wait for rain, I wait for cry