I wish I could wash all my weeping blues away
and watch them disappear on morning tide
but I seek after soul after sounds of the sea
a charm forever round my mind

(...)

and I wish I could fly like a bat from a cave
from darkness of my ignorance to light
and forever live on the echoes of our love
and die like some star burning bright

so run honey run, hide in the wind
and never stop to look inside your mind