don t waste my time now don t call me baby when you don t know if you love me if you re coming or going and don t leave the back door open and look for a way out and then say maybe you love me but there s no way of knowing why does the wind blow through my house at night why does the wind blow through my heart each time i look into your eyes don t look for reasons don t tear your heart out wondering why the light starts fading when the day the is ending embrace the seasons and get to believing that it s only something broken that seems worthwhile mending why does the wind blow through my house at night why does the wind blow through my heart each time i look into your eyes your heart is sore like mine was before you look to the sky and no one cares why not even the wind so where to begin and since we exist and why not just why not just and why not just kiss 