| Hey, it’s not that late |
| You came here for a moment |
| Of love |
| Just a bit of space |
| A change here from the city |
| Of love |
| I wrote your name down on the hillside in my mind |
| I wrote your name down |
| And ooh, I keep a picture of you here in my head |
| And ooh, I breathe a little deeper with every breath |
| But hope for the future got me on my knees |
| And ooh, I keep a picture of you here in my head |
| Woah |
| The breeze here always stirs |
| The grasses of your memories |
| Alive |
| I wrote your name down on the hillside in my mind |
| I wrote your name down |
| And ooh, I keep a picture of you here in my head |
| And ooh, I breathe a little deeper with every breath |
| But hope for the future got me on my knees |
| And ooh, I keep a picture of you here in my head |
| Woah |
| Thought that I could hear you whisper softly |
| Can’t be only me that hears the sound |
| But it’s the ones in charge who write the history |
| Each time |
| And ooh, I keep a picture of you here in my head |
| And ooh, I breathe a little deeper with every breath |
| But hope for the future got me on my knees |
| And ooh, I keep a picture of you here in my head |
| Woah |