On the hills behind the Dead Sea
There is a wonder
You were my love from the Holy City
And you were gonna take me there

But I had a change of heart

Now, years later
That wonder has [bad word] a symbol
promise of a world that is safe
Because it isn't real
It is its own dream
Like a destination without the journey
Or like a prize without the fight

It seems that this red rose rock
That I only know from pictures
Has been carved out of pure love
That I only know from books

And it outlives us
There in the valley
Being its own timeless dream
Red and rose

Sometimes the [bad word] is mild and simple
Not a flood or a big wave, just a ripple
So you stir it up
Cause for some reason
You want it to wash over you

The [bad word] is 
The memory of you fades
And the wonder, it's still there
Untouched, unseen
And stark as ever

Oh Stephany
Why do we always need a mystery
Why can't we see a little history
Before it's much too late
Oh Stephany
I'm only letting this wash over me
Before you fade away