TThe mouth of Hell, tore from the sea
A black ship rose, from the heart of the waves
Crow's nest eye, searched for signs of soul
The first mate yelled, "8 Bells Toll!"

. . .

I think I see,
the wolf inside of me;
And where the moon leads,
my heart is bound to follow

. . .

Eyes to eyes, lips to lips
I trace your heart, with my fingertips
I'm just a dream away from crying
Whenever I'm this close, this close to you

With eyes wide shut, I belong to you
My heart exposed, a dream come true
Oh! Won't you dream with me?
I'm not asleep, on the other side