The road is growing longer,
and there is no chance to linger
till your hand is holding mine.

Solitary footsteps never bring me anything new,
and my voice is in the wind calling you.

Why won't you break this silence
and come back to me?

Amid the snow I walk silently
blindly pushing back the wind.
I retrace every footstep again
because perhaps I looked away
and missed you waving from train.

Why won't you break this silence
and come back to me?

And even though everything stands between,
and everyone is telling me you're only a dream,
fly away from morning if the dawn tells you to flee.
Make your way home again and into the heart of me.

And although I know time will never listen,
the memories that drive me back
will always show like an old movie
on a lonely darkened screen.

Won't you break these chains
and come back to me?

Come back to me...