Come to me like in my dreams spinning everything
and all the while my bones fight not to crash down.

Now that I know you can be everything I need
and anything I'd do to find your name
because in my subconscious I feel so complete
when we're rolling over hills in the Massai Land.

Watching angels as I speak soaring over me
because every day is a race into the night.

I could try and find out why these old wings won't fly,
until I close my eyes, count the lines and find I'm soaring high.

Oh to look up and find you with wings on tight, your head faced down,
you're spinning around, crashing down on me.

Beloved, follow me to where we hide the rest of our long lives;
dreaming in the sun to float away.

The manna mysteriously will nourish every day
and thanking God we fold down to pray.

I'll find you and you'll know me from all your dreams
and I'll be everything that I know you can be.

Dreaming.
Loving.
And I'll (you'll) be everything.

Please come whisper all you know about this thing called love
and feel it as you speak draw you to me.

Note the swell that passion brings and feel it in the air.

Come step off from your ledge to soar with me.