I bet you wish you had her now
Just laying in your arms.
Wind surrounds the truth sometimes
But recoils in your charms.
I bet you wish you had one kiss
From those tender lips of hers.
Roots form indestructible trees
All is fallen in the cures.
I bet you wish you heard her voice
So tender in your ear.
Wood creaks on a old floor
When it is her you want to hear.
I bet you wish you would have been true
And not carried on your charade.
She heard you were a clown
She just missed the parade.