Circling the coast of infinity, mocking time
and romance....the door seemed half open,
and the odds were there to beat; the streets they looked lined with gold. And her heart,
her heart; it sang, telling the direction of the wind. But to follow it; if only to follow it. She
dances on ancient shores now, lovely; never looking back. And this inconsolable heart
she owns, and it's sound doesn't seem
real; it's rythym beats solo....in whispers.