There, on a lonely desert hilltopthe pilgrims huddle closer,waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine,the Arc of Space and TimeTruth, 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 youin 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]SixHeartPix