On every turn of the game

Through the best of life 

Through the worst of life 

And all the colors, the sparkling crystals 

Through miles of ice 

And disgusting ghastly cities 

From green meadows filled with granite 

On whitecaps crashing to the sand 

Through thunder and lightning 

Through the pouring rain 

And the sentencing (?) night 

When all the stars spell your name 

While in the brown and green forest 

While in the blue and green room 

When the exciting dream leaves me breathless 

When the philosopher resounds eerily 

Through the curtains and floral patterns 

Through the blaze of spring time trees 

In the labyrinth and scramble 

In the smooth and flowing dust 

When I find myself in another place, alone 

Where the dance is something I can't do 

Through all these things it comes again 

Some quiet thrill that 

I love you