(A. Bell / V. Clarke)
We go down
to a foreign land.
Dive through the clouds,
you hold the guided lad in your hands
This must be all that there is.
Times don't come much more beautiful.
You can show me places that my eyes would never see,
I'm following you. Where are you taking me to?
You could be my angel who just walks out of a dream.
I'm following you. Where are you taking me to?
I have all faith in you,
and these tenderest moments. (these tenderest moments)
We circle low,
embrace the night that she drows us in.
A holy shroud awited high on
tenderest moments.
This must be all that there is.
Times don't come much more beautiful.
You can show me places that my eyes would never see,
I'm following you. Where are you taking me to?
You could be my angel who just walks out of a dream.
I'm following you. Where are you taking me to?
I have all faith in you,
and these tenderest moments. (these tenderest moments)