| a winter palace | |
| from the arabian nights | |
| white waves on an ocean | |
| gems from a golden age | |
| life in your new world | |
| turning round and round | |
| making some sense | |
| where there's no sense at all | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall | |
| stars die in the silence | |
| of arabian nights | |
| wind washes the seasons | |
| in these days of a golden age | |
| life in your new world | |
| turning round and round | |
| making some sense | |
| where there's no sense at all | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall | |
| I could give you more | |
| than just the shape of things | |
| break every word | |
| begin it all again | |
| your name on a white sheet | |
| pure lace shot with passion | |
| but as love lies | |
| bleeding in your hands | |
| heaven sends you | |
| no promises | |
| of arabian nights | |
| no white waves on an ocean | |
| no gems from a golden age | |
| life in your new world | |
| turning round and round | |
| so make some sense | |
| where there's no sense at all | |
| I give you | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall | |
| you fall | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall | |
| you fall | |
| life in your new world | |
| as it turns round and round | |
| no promises | |
| but if you should fall |