Senseless life. I'm born into a world so cold. I cannot understand. Why the fate has chosen me. I'm born as a living dead. Useless youth. I dream about a world beyond.
I talk to the lady with the steel gray eyes. While the sun is going down. And we talk of the things that we wish to know. But she's really not around.
Oh, archer with your bowstring tight. Won't you let fly with your shaft of light. Are you hunting your quarry now?. Are you leaving me, babe, leaving anyhow?.
Saturday morning, yeah. I come in late. Just to find if you were there. Just to look at your long brown hair. . And dream a dream out in the hall. Was that my name that's just been called?.
Gazing thru the sands of time and wondering if you'll be mine. A glimpse of future days I cannot see. Shining like a morning star exquisite jewel I see afar.