♪♫ Strangers ♫♪

We've found a kind of paradise in a flowers bloom.
We've seen the end of a mystic land: so close, -  it meets the parting sun.
We've shared the thoughts that two could share, we feel the [bad word] magic that we
send...

Searching for something new:
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom.

We've heard a kind of paradise, beyond the deserts dunes.
We've walked the earth in solitude, so cold, We need the warmth of sun.
We've lived the life that we could live, we see the [bad word] magic, that begins...

Searching for something new:
Isle. Of Gold in flowers bloom.

We've found a kind of paradise, below a sky so new.
We've weaved a web of mystery so wide, we need the light of day.
We've worn the cloak of secret lives, we've seen the [bad word]  magic that we
send...

Searching for something new:
Isle. of Gold in flowers bloom

So, when will it end?
So, when, when will we meet, my friend?