Hold my hand darling, you will soon realize
You have not heard.. the sweetest throb yet
I have waited for centuries in these stones and pillars
I remember all the stars that fell and left their pale dust on me
I know the rhythms of winds, and they often whisper just your name
Oh how I want to step down on grass and dance beyond all restraints.
I keep my doors open, see the passage is still bright
Because I know an angel visited, in the dark cloak of night
His shadow was golden, he left a lock of curls behind
So quietly he passed by, ohh my eyes followed him for miles...