A dream is filled with the air
Of your melody, floating in time, so dear
The memory is singing out loud in me
Melt and paralyzed, I no longer see
The words in your deep eyes
But the stars of the distant skies

How far can I travel in this space?
How long have I kept your tender grace?
With haunting dreams which speak a tale
Of yearning that shall not yet avail
A future emerges out of love and fear
In this endless night, cold and bare

One day all will be gone I understand
Like those illusionary Buddhist sand
But you! How I want to grip a song for you
A song that only reminds of the morning dew
Before it is robbed by the sun
Before the fatal race of Time be run