Crystals turning slowly, spinning lightly, color gloom, And my mind is turning on you like the rainbows in the room. I was up there seeking water; you were coming up for air, When it began to dawn on us how much the heart can care. And I do . . . care about you: I love you. I'll be there for you. I love you. Drink the water I'll bear for you. Like an island rising, coming slowly from the sea, Causing tidal waves to beat and causing some catastrophe— The damage done, another sun shall rise and shine the day . . . The bird is swimming in the air, the fish is flying freely. Flying fish, make a wish. Love comes in fits and waves. Sweet miracles can come Between the cradle and the grave. Where there's a will there's a way. Flying fish, make a wish. Love comes in fits and waves. Sweet miracles can come Between the cradle and the grave. Where there's a will there's a way. Oh, Where there's a will there's a way. Oh, Where there's a will there's a way. Oh, Where there's a will there's a way.