Dedicated to Eva Cassidy
Ooh, faraway voice,
we can hear your voice
what's it like to be heard?
but from you not a word,
are you over those hills?
do you still hum old melodies?
do you wish people listened?
over here with me
ooh, faraway voice,
what i give
to hear that voice
what's it like to breathe?
my ears deceive me voice.
and i will walk with you
on a summers day
and i will talk to you
though your far away
and we'll sing through the years
are you over those hills?
do you still hum old melodies?
do you wish people listened?
over here with me
over here with me
over here with me