Where does my heart end and yours begin?
When does a lover's song become the wind?
Rising up round a bird that yearns to fly
To feel her wings brush the sky
Calling out your name across the seas
You are falling through my galaxy of silent dreams
To a world where the truth won't satisfy
Until our wings brush the sky
Come taste the honey gold summer haze
And race me to the canyon's rising face
Thunders rage around us
Oh, I am not afraid to fall with you
Blown are the pages that scripted this romance
Only the angels can see us where we dance
Where does my heart end and yours begin?
When does a lover's song become the wind?
As the last of the warning whispers die
They'll see our wings brush the sky