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