Thinking of you

I am lost.
I am happy,
I feel the wind,
Cold I don't mind.
Immune to sorrow.
Immune to pain.
Because I am thinking of you,
Every thing feels always the same.

Is the love I was trying to find?
It's difficult to explain,
But easy to see.
Because I am thinking of you,
Every thing feels always the same.

I am lost.
Wandering in woods.
Can't you see it in my eyes.
Even in dispair they are shining bright.
Because I am thinking of you,
Every thing feels always the same.