There is no story without the wandering
When the way is dark, the dark gives into the divine
She doesn't go into the garden without being over and under him
Ancient dreams steps into the shadows of our lives
At midnight the sun is shining in the valley below
Every man is at least half-wrong
The heart has its reasons
Love wants what is furthest and pleasure wants what is close
The pale moonlight, it follows me as I walk
In two worlds, Here and There, stretched across the sky
I pull the stars down
Reason enough to be unreasonable
Stumbling in the darkness, the pale moonlight shows me the way...