We've found a kind of paradise in a flowers bloom. We've seen the end of a mystic land: so close, - it meets the parting sun. We've shared the thoughts that two could share, we feel the truth magic that we send...
Searching for something new: Isle of Gold in flowers bloom.
We've heard a kind of paradise, beyond the deserts dunes. We've walked the earth in solitude, so cold, We need the warmth of sun. We've lived the life that we could live, we see the truth magic, that begins...
Searching for something new: Isle. Of Gold in flowers bloom.
We've found a kind of paradise, below a sky so new. We've weaved a web of mystery so wide, we need the light of day. We've worn the cloak of secret lives, we've seen the truth, magic that we send...
Searching for something new: Isle. of Gold in flowers bloom
So, when will it end? So, when, when will we meet, my friend?