It’s a white light rose, keeping enemies close, obstacles and rituals Watching shadows grow in the lantern’s glow, the salt mine roars they’re keeping note Could be a while, could be a wildfire hungering through the cold Could be a mile, could be a mile of miles, oh well we’ll never know What’s happening? What a dashing hope, her alluring motion, watch out now you’ll catch a cold Held a velvet rope on an elegant road, the slate faded shade to cobblestones Could be a while, could be a wildfire hungering through the storm Could be a mile, could be a long long mile, oh well we’ll never know What’s happening? I’d love to sit and talk