If I am your stolen mind
It could get back to you
Don't you think that's right

I don't know how hard you held me
There must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me

If I am your sickness now
I wouldn't be of a kind
That would let you die

You haven't really told me yet
So it still must be fifty and fifty
on what I'll get

If I am your question now
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 wood in where you're lost
The trees could crease
For fields that's opening up

Still the day is letting me deny
I wait for rain, I wait for cry