I smell the salt air It stays in my hair Like memories that cling to my head I'm walking on lines Of all that reminds I'm hanging on like beads on a thread Far, far These visions are These visions are Far, far My shallow desire That screams in a fire Is burning out from embers to dust The flowers and streams That glow in my dreams Are nurturing the seeds, seeds of lust Far, far These visions are These visions are Far, far Cherub flies with a dove Her wings carrying love A sharp wind blown descending her fall Windblown bodies will flail Get all wrapped in my sail Above a sea of comfort for all Far, far These visions are These visions are Far, far These visions are