The stars only dream of the night as it roars
Lost in the season of sighs, she is born
In the scorpion's kiss is her wish as it blows
Lost in the seas of your mind as you drift

In the cool waves
Falling on blue flames

Her wings only seem to be still as she soars
Over your words as you leave she is torn
In her heart is a tide that decides as it flows
Over the sands of your mind as you drift

In the cool waves
Falling on blue flames

On a path to her left shine the rays of the sun
Bathed in a dawn made of gold he will come
In her arm grows a child from the vine of a rose
Lost in the weeds of your mind as you drift

In the cool waves
Falling on blue flames