My little sister, dreaming of monsters
When will the story come to the turning-point?
And make you happy, not being stepped on
By strangers shadows
Every night
My dearest brother, king of time
Breathing your own made up atmosphere
I was down in the dark when I heard you call
I could barely decide where your voice was coming from
And I ran across the water
With violent winds in my back
I saw the famous sadness
And it filled up evey crack
And if your world is mine
And if your words are mine
And if your blood is mine
- How could I ever leave it behind?
Sister, sweet sister, what do you see?
Don't marry a picture that could never be
I stand here on my toes to find your place
I've looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding
Further away
And I sailed across an ocean
On All American Winds
On my way towards something
-Somthing my eyes had never seen
And if your world is mine
And if your words are mine
And if your blood is mine
- How could I ever leave it behind?
You're so close now/my words coming thru
I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do?
I'm hanging on still to this thin thread
I'm clinging on to the one thing that you
Never had...
And I ran across a desert
And it took a thousand years
But I was never afraid of anything
'Cos there was nothing left for me to fear
And I sailed across an ocean
On all American violent winds
On my way towards something
Something my eyes had never seen
And if your world is mine
And if your words are mine
And if your blood is mine
- How could I ever leave it behind?