won’t you carry me to you?
though all I know will soon be torn apart,
your love can hold the pieces in it’s million arms
a million arms!
please forgive these things I do!
all the hurtful words I wished I didn’t say
will that part of you that took those words belong today…
belong today?
“SOUL!” cries the Sun
she wants to share the way she burns
tomorrow comes as if to show
nearly nothing has been learned
and so I turn, so I turn, so I turn…
the answers that lie far beyond the truth
is my happiness dependent on it’s own design?
am I only waking up to leave my dreams behind?
leave my dreams behind?
“SOUL!” cries the Sun
she wants to share the way she burns
tomorrow comes as if to show
actually nothing has been learned
and so I turn, so I turn, so I turn…
won’t you carry me to you?