Beauty was there, in the palm of your hand
Then suddenly it’s all gone
Before you had time to open your eyes
And figure it out what went wrong
Now it could be her climbing onto the bus
But you know damn well it’s not

You might as well be chasing the wind
Com trying to forget is just the hardest thing
The summer’s turned to winter again
And she still sings, she still sings

Beauty was there, so you locked it away
And nobody else could tauch
And you weep like a child, for a glimpse of the past
And the one that you used to love –
Oh it seems like the world is just a big rock
And you want to dive right off

You might as well be chasing the wind
Staring at the wall wishing the phone would ring
The summer’s turned to winter again
And she still sings, she still sings

Might as well be chasing the wind (x4)

Cos she still sings