Текст песни
Don't measure life by final breaths,
Or by the closing day; measure it by every time I chose for you to stay.
After I pass away, don't you let your heart turn cold.
Every word I ever said is yours to keep and hold.
I'll be the whisper in the wind that brushes through your hair,
Or by the closing day; measure it by every time I chose for you to stay.
After I pass away, don't you let your heart turn cold.
Every word I ever said is yours to keep and hold.
I'll be the whisper in the wind that brushes through your hair,