Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart

For the world to see, she craved for intimacy

Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision

Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity



Cast adrift from past relationships in her life

Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace

Sea's of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth

Had passed her by and left her high and dry

In her saviour's arms...(x4)



Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal

Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness

Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies

And I wish and I pray that there may come a day

For a saviour's arms...(x4)