Words and Music: Aryana
Oh what a sight, als you stood before me,
beautiful, powerful, strong!
Oh, what a longing arising within me,
burning, yearning,
one look in your eyes my breath stole away.
Oh what a sight, as I watched you flying,
image of dreams alive!
Oh what a longing fo flying within me,
desire and fire,
one touch of your hands my breath stole away!
Bridge:
I′ll wait at the treshold of dreamland
take me by your hand and teach me how to fly!
I′ll wait at the edge of excitement,
trembling with fettered desire!
Oh what a feeling as you took me with you,
dream′s wings you gave me tonight!
Oh what a fire burning within me,
flying, dying!
One touch of a feather my breath stole away!
Oh what a feeling as I woke in the morning
on sheets all rent and torn!
Oh what a mem′ry lingers within me!
Feeling, dreaming,
one touch of a dream my breath stole away!
Nach einer Kurzgeschichte von Michael Kinder und ihm gewidmet.