where do you go at night
when you turn out the lights
and shadow rules
which world which you
do you choose
and who do you allow
to lie in your sun
on this particular desert isle
or to light the fire
in this abandoned cabin
who shares your warmth
till the day comes through
which secret paths
do you walk
behind your eyes
across the northern lights
where time flows slow
and whose hand do you take
when the storms break
and the rivers rise
whose comfort do you seek
till the morning speaks
and where do we go go tonight
to share our hearts and minds
