The mountains, pa** by
As the road stretches on
For what seems, like eternity
There is, nothing but, desolation out here
Desolation, and the thought of you
You come to me, in dreams
I feel the warmth of your skin
The touch, of your hand
Desire for your kiss
I feel, you are real -
That I have found you
But then you disappear
I feel you, are real -
That I have found you
But then you disappear
Will I, find you
Did you exist in this world
Or is, it nothing but a dream?
I feel you, are real -
That I have found you
But then you disappear
The mountains, pa** by
As the road stretches on
For what seems, like eternity
There is, nothing but, desolation out here
Desolation, and the thought of you