I smell the salt air
It stays in my hair
Like memories that cling to my head
I'm walking on lines
Of all that reminds
I'm hanging on like beads on a thread
Far, far
These visions are
These visions are
Far, far
My shallow desire
That screams in a fire
Is burning out from embers to dust
The flowers and streams
That glow in my dreams
Are nurturing the seeds, seeds of lust
Far, far
These visions are
These visions are
Far, far
Cherub flies with a dove
Her wings carrying love
A sharp wind blown descending her fall
windblown bodies will flail
Get all wrapped in my sail
Above a sea of comfort for all
Far, far
These visions are
These visions are
Far, far
These visions are