Pulling up to me,
you face again the wall.
I can feel it and see
your lorn and longing soul.
Only words reminds of heat
instead of a burning fire
The heart of my lion bleeds
for a distant passionate desire.
The road is long...
The king is strong.
This fairy-tale has a happy end:
We both shall climb up hand in hand
to the top of the highest rock
and in the clouds we'll walk...
But merciless illusion is my faith...
In the golden world my dream must wait!
Pulling up to you,
I face again the wall.
And I can't break on through,
but you're the one - comfort my soul
Can you see me watching over?
Close your eyes and try to sleep.
In your dream you'll meet a rover
It's my passion and my weep.
Magic circle where we are.
There's no way and exit to get out.
Burning flame will take my pain
The ice will melt and I will stray
my memories stricken with my grief.
Give me little piece of your belief!
