[Instrumental]
When I hear music coming from within
Asking what can be done for love today
Your name comes to my mind and starts to play
With memories left over from our sin.
"To love too much and let the passions in
Is not a fault" I hear an old crowd say
As I becone light beginning to pray
While all the friends of life keep my air clean.
I trap each distance of the evening
And make it my own to have enough room
For stars of my desire that start beaming .
I hardly can remenber my old gloom
For a nightly vision is appearing
With petals raining from a sky in bloom.