Could it be right, that we walked away Tumbling on the path, just to end up again Drumming a new beat, kind of pace Drumming a new beat, kind of pace Maybe I was caught in a spinning threat Maybe you were tangled in the line of attack Now I've analyzed all profits and leftovers Squared roots of memories and other remains Subtracted a few heart-wrecks and left lovers Now our own destinies are plotting together Entwining connections on our live hood agenda It's better be converted into a great believer If the constellations predict in our sea of years That you are You are, you are, you are, you are, you are You are to be found safe and sound in my arms (safe and sound in my arms) That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (safe and sound in my arms) That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (save and sound in my arms) That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (save and sound in my arms) That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (save and sound) That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms Safe and sound in my arms Safe and sound in my arms Safe and sound in my arms