clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at [bad word] dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is calling
All for the love of you

painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a [bad word] of [bad word] And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home

And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.