Quietly, unexpectedly
Each and every doubt
Faded away
As if the warm, light breeze
Cleared the cloud of bees
Humming in the head since '89
Grown so broad
And I never, never thought
It will race so far
A pleasure of the heart
Glorious thing it's you
Now we're sailing the same way
All the ships do
Our minds filled with the right
Desires and dreams for two
When every note of you breathing
Is a peaceful heartbeat of mine
Grown so broad
And I never, never thought
It will race so far
A pleasure of the heart
Glorious thing it's you
Grown so broad
And I never, never thought
It will race so far
(A pleasure of the heart
Glorious thing it's you)