My hands innocent, turn into a caress,
Under the fire that wanted them rough,
Open my heart now, then leave it warless,
Glistening in the sparkles to which we bonded both

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, gleaming soft, warming sweet,
And streams of tender heat hovering slowly,
Over feelings, confused is their split.

The wind I will follow is strong and stiff,
Its flowing gusts have been made with your name,
And rain without pride's blowing me off the cliff,
Is it right if I hold you or am I one to blame ?

Weakness in my arm may fail you,
Your eyes, without tears you must keep,
And if my hand falls, you know what you must do,
Close your lids and never shall you weep.

I'm not high enough to lay on your shoulder,
And strength I can't seem to find again,
If I never rise, forget me better,
'Til I pass or strand, think of how it all began.

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, that I love, I held deep,
And swirls of smoke and mist, behind your blaze, win,
Over feelings, never shall you weep.