At The Gates Of Silent Memory
Yes, today life that I knew
So sick of all the people
A blind moon
Over to the window
Where the night has become Elizium for the sleepless souls
And our days to come
You stand
Stand with Dalila
Maybe I'll just pass-away
Or may be I'll stay
But I feel alive with you
And I feel some kind of heaven
When I feel deep inside her
And I feel some kind of heaven
Hear me
Give me some kind of heaven