A winter palace
From the Arabian Nights
White waves on an ocean
Gems from a golden ageLife in your new world
Turning round and round
Making some sense
Where there's no sense at allNo promises
But if you should fallStars die in the silence
Of Arabian Nights
Wind washes the seasons
In these days of a golden ageLife in your new world
Turning round and round
Making some sense
Where there's no sense at allNo promises
But if you should fallI could give you more
Than just the shape of things
Break every word
Begin it all againYour name on a white sheet
Pure lace shot with passion
But as love lies
Bleeding in your handsHeaven sends you
No promises of Arabian Nights
No white waves on an ocean
No gems from a golden ageLife in your new world
Turning round and round
So make some sense
Where there's no sense at allI give you no promises
But if you should fall
No promises
But if you should fallYou fall, no promises
But if you should fall
No promises
But if you should fallYou fallLife in your new world
As it turns round and round
No promises
But if you should fall