The flowers swaying gently
My fingers moving softly...

In love there is no lying
Not until you do...

Oh the knowledge
That things often disappear...

She took that step that took her where
She could feel my golden hair...

Her beauty is know throughout the land
All people seek to give her a hand...

With that far away look
With that nowhere stare...

The king of some more distant land
Saw your smile and felt your hand...

The man in black
Oh dressed in black...

There is a kiss waiting here for you dear
If you ever do decide to return...

Simplistically I walk through slyly hidden rooms
Known only to the walls by which they are...

The devil came up
And asked me...

Angels come down from the morning sky
Singing songs we do not understand...