Somethings wrong you say

I looked into those eyes a hundered times a day

those deep blue wells so vague

elusive as christ until the day

the secrets spilled into my room

down the phone line into view

I've waited all my life to know



why our light is gone

our white light that's home

maybe love and peace are waiting for us

somewhere other than this world

at least we pray



lalalaa etc.



I'll write you and in my dreams

I'll lay on your chest to muffle your screams

and all the love I see I'll hold it close to me

in hopes that one day our secrets will be free



but now our light is gone

our white light that's home

maybe love and peace are waiting for us

somewhere other than this world

so we pray



lalalaa etc.