If you only knew how much, honey

If you only knew how much, honey

I miss hearing your voice,

You would come on the wings of the wind

And you would say a word to me.

Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!

We'll talk to her together,

You would see me, I would look at you,

Words would multiply.

You would tell me one,

I would tell you a lot

No sense in telling you now - I don't wanna ruin the suprise.

But all love.

Come, but on the wings of the wind,

I'm coming to say a word,

That I miss her so much

Let me hear your voice again.