Из альбома: West of the Moon
Will I ever find the boy in my mind
The one who is my ideal?
Maybe he's a dream, and yet he might be
Just around the corner waiting for me
Will I recognise the light in his eyes
That no other eyes reveal?
Or will I pass him by
And never even know that he is my ideal?
Or maybe he's a dream, and yet he might be
Just around the corner waiting for me
Will I recognise the light in his eyes
That no other eyes reveal?
Although he may be late
I trust in fate, and so I wait for my ideal
I wait for my ideal