enigma of the absolute

saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart, for the world to see, she craved for intimacy, through darkened doors, her aspect veiled with indecision, gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity, cast adrift, fom past relationships in her life, hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace, seas of rage that once assailed, her concern for the truth, had passed her by, and left her high and dry, in her saviour's arms, in her saviour's arms, in her saviour's arms, in her saviour's arms, across the sea, lies the fountain of renewal, where you will see, the whole cause of your loneliness, can be measured in dreams, that transcend all these lies, and i wish and i pray, that there may come a day, for a saviour's arms, for a saviour's arms, for a saviour's arms, for a saviour's arms