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?