Arc Of Space Lyrics - Accident Of Birth - Bruce Dickinson

There, on a lonely desert hilltop 

The pilgrims huddle closer 

Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine 

The arc of space and time 

Truth, oh, the truth is never clear 

Perhaps again next year 

The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun 

One day you'll come 

In my heart I reach you 

In my heart I reach out to you 

In my heart I touch the face of god 

In my dreams somehow 

In my heart I reach you 

In my heart I reach out to you 

In my heart I touch the face of god 

It's all a dream 

In my heart I reach you 

In my heart I reach out to you 

In my heart I touch the face of god 

It's all a dream, somehow 

Truth, oh, the truth is never clear 

Perhaps again next year 

The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun 

One day you'll come