My little sister, dreaming of monsters when will the story come to the turning-point? and make you happy, not being stepped on by strangers shadows every night my dearest brother, king of time breathing your own made up atmosphere I was down in the dark when I heard you call I could barely decide where your voice was coming from and I ran across the water with violent winds in my back I saw the famous sadness and it filled up evey crack and if your world is mine and if your words are mine and if your blood is mine - how could I ever leave it behind? Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? don't marry a picture that could never be I stand here on my toes to find your place I've looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding further away and I sailed across an ocean On All American Winds on my way towards something -somthing my eyes had never seen and if your world is mine and if your words are mine and if your blood is mine - how could I ever leave it behind? you're so close now/my words coming thru I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do? I'm hanging on still to this thin thread I'm clinging on to the one thing that you never had... and I ran across a desert and it took a thousand years but I was never afraid of anything 'cos there was nothing left for me to fear and I sailed across an ocean on all American violent winds on my way towards something something my eyes had never seen and if your world is mine and if your words are mine and if your blood is mine - how could I ever leave it behind?