作曲 : Witmer
Now, there is a voice inside the air
Words come down
They haunt me
Hands move from a small back onto
A collarbone is bending
From the bed at night I called you
All the wrongs went right
We both knew
Should I (Garden of my bride)
Lose my way (Pomegranate eyes)
Through the streets (Blossoms in the vines)
Of my city (My city)
My soul (Sea salt in the wine)
Searches everywhere for you (Day breathes in and sighs)
Every close (Every mountain high)
And alley (And valley)
From the bed at night I called you
All the wrongs went right
I showed you
Show me, show me...