Woorden: Wind Whistles (The). Window Sills. Coming Back.

Coming back is a sad, sad thing
And the world feels so small again
Some part of me is overseas
And waits ?til I?m back again

I?ll meet you out on the train
In a heartbeat do it all again
And nothing?s out of the way
If we can save up and pay the fair

Time is all but a constant thing
Only faster the older I get
Precious moments that slip away
And camera snapshots of what I missed

I?ll talk to you in the plane
I want that 9 hour ride again
And though the date may be far away
All my luggage is packed and I?m ready

Muj navrat je smutku den
A svet se zas maly zda
Kus ze mne je dal za morem
Nam muj novy prijezd ceka

Rencontre moi sur le train
Ce voyage j?vais encore le faire
Et ou on va n?est pas certain
On depart n?importe quand tu prends ma main

(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)