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 from past relationships in her life
  Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace
  Sea's 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...(x4)
  
  Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
  Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness
  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...(x4)