Bruce Dickinson - Arc Of Space Lyrics
There, on a lonely desert hilltopThe pilgrims huddle closerWaiting for a sign, the coming silver shrineThe arc of space and timeTruth, oh, the truth is never clearPerhaps again next yearThe hope lives on beneath the blazing sunOne day youll comeIn my heart I reach youIn my heart I reach out to youIn my heart I touch the face of godIn my dreams somehow...In my heart I reach youIn my heart I reach out to youIn my heart I touch the face of godIts all a dream...In my heart I reach youIn my heart I reach out to youIn my heart I touch the face of godIts all a dream, somehow...Truth, oh, the truth is never clearPerhaps again next yearThe hope lives on beneath the blazing sunOne day youll come