On the tide withdrawn she disappeared, back to the deepest sea
The shells whisper secretly, she's the one I've waited for a thousand years
I feel it in the salted air, in the moon's moist breath
A need to recreate the worlds we once shared.

Medieval mosques had warmed her then, charcoal blackened her eyes
Young, intense, untouchable. Weaving her spiral of desire
She had dreams beneath a golden sun, festivals passionate.
Traded cruelly between hands of men, a possession. Masked, bound and sold.
I listened to dreams of another life, painted in luscious breath

Beneath the sea is a tower, in the tower there's a window where she waits
It's a shame she sleeps alone, reach out to me I will come to you
In that case let me be a fisherman, I'll fish for my love with my sorrows