There, on a lonely desert hilltop
the pilgrims huddle closer,
waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine,
the Arc of Space and Time
Truth, oh, the truth is never clear,
perhaps again next year.
The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun...
One day you'll come.
In my heart I reach you,
in my heart I reach out to you,
in my heart I touch the face of God,
in my dreams somehow...
In my heart I reach you,
in my heart I reach out to you,
in my heart I touch the face of God,
it's all a dream...
In my heart I reach you
in my heart I reach out to you,
in my heart I touch the face of God,
it's all a dream, somehow...
Truth, oh, the truth is never clear,
perhaps again next year.
The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun...
One day you'll come...
[Dedicato ad una persona eccezionale
che non merita l'incubo in cui si ritrova]
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