I wonder how many sleepless nights you have to count, before you find your way

After how many lives are lost, will the strife end?

Clowns that cannot be saved, just tumbling atop of history

Like someone said one day before

The answer is in the wind



How many times does your face have to be hit as you turned it away, before you stop pretending you don't notice?

How much pain must you endure, before you smile freely?

If you're going to accept defeat again, still bound by rusted chains

Like someone said one day before

The answer is in the wind



With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly

Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change

With the faint power of a tiny love

Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced



Pitiful frauds working their puzzles of lies

Foolish romanticists who gracefully entertain with clumsiness

And the premonition of the coming of the day when history will tell you nothing

Like someone said one day before

The answer is in the wind



With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly

Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change

With the faint power of a tiny love

Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced