On the isles of dreams
There’s a sunset in every hour
In the gardens
Heavy spirits in the air
In a blink of an eye
I was slipping into
Saw the twilight
I must be getting closer
Knowing what's going on
I know it’s coming on
Caught between the lines
Of truth and illusion
Frozen in time
Then I heard her crying
And she calls me
Soft yet clearly
On the silent cold water
On a lonely ivory tower
Then she hears me
Strong and surely
And I began to wonder
How I became to wander