Cold the beds I have lain down in
And strange the paths I've walked
Into and out of many "lover's" arms
Only to have revealed
Distant and empty hearts
My way is guided
By a single brilliant star
Burning in the deep-set night
She remains forever outside my grasp
And I weep most bitterly
My will is ground
To dust and blood
I wake with empty eyes
And pray for the night
So her light may fill those orbs
Cold, the beds I've lain down in
And strange the paths I've walked
Every step brings me closer to her
And I hope that across
These sundry lifetimes
I may finally hold her close
And find my journey's end
