When evening falls she'll come to me. With hair of gold straight from my dreams.
Only she knows the pain I feel. Athough no one sees her I know she's real. Her thoughtful blue-green eyes contain no secrets and she speaks no lies. Night after night, she promises me more and more. That if I truly believe a magnificent gift she has in store.
Once again she appears, and whispers in my ear. The time has come. In the morning we will go away forever, on the first ray of the sun.
On mornings first light, that shines so bright. We finally begin our journey to the other side.