On golden sands, in winer's fire On silver stars,in tempest skies
Rest my soul, rest my eyes In the peace I long to hold Be still my dreams, lay beside me and
In kingdom's past and future's page In love's embrace and hatred's rage In any age or place Confess the need to say
Chasing folly catches pain Like being (whispered in backround) Caught in the wind of a hurricane (sang) There we fly to reckless depths of shame