Текст песни Maybe - Wendy McNeill

Maybe is the kind of word that saves things
A relief for those who crave wings

She lives the things that I am dreaming
It′s in the air she's breathing
It′s what carries her away
Away, away, away...

Maybe can you turn around and face me?
I want to rest my eyes on 'could be'
I want to know that things can change