C C C C
C Am
Under my feet
F
I got twenty one marks
Dm
from places I've been
C Am
Under my hands
F
I am touching secrets
Dm
I will never tell
C Am
Your smile, your smile
F Dm
keeps me happy, just at times
C Am
What is life, what is life?
F
when the good things are gone
Dm A# A#m
whith the lightest winter blow of wind
C C F G
wind, wind, wind, wind
There is a key
hanging on the door's eye
there is a camera
capturing images from up high
capturing your...
Your smile, your smile
keeps me happy, just at times
What is life, what is life?
when the good things are gone
whith the lightest winter blow of wind
wind, wind, wind, wind