Wrapped in the mist, I cannot see
In the mist, emerges a silhouettte,
And I think of the moon...
I thought I would never need
Such an idle kindness ever again
But now the two of us find ourselves taking the longer way around
My singing voice will never reach you
In your clasped hand, I cry, "I am here"
Nothing has changed
And I'm tired of walking alone
I become inundated with my desire
To tell you how I feel
So inundated, that I cannot move
My singing voice will never reach you
In your clasped hand, I cry, "Call to me"
Wrapped in the mist, I cannot see
In the mist, emerges a silhouettte,
And I think of you...
I'll gather the misty light of the moon,
And submerge them deep down into that closed heart of yours
My singing voice will never reach you
In your clasped hand, I cry, "Am I here?"
Until my singing voice reaches you,
I submerge only you deep down in this closed off heart of mine...
Until my singing voice reaches you,
I submerge only you deep down in this closed off heart of mine...