Bruce Dickinson
G, Dm, A, Am, F, D, C, E
There are the lonely desert hilltops The pilgrim's hurdle closer
Waiting for a sign The common silver shrine
A arte chama-se espaço e tempo.
A verdade,
Toda a verdade nunca é clara.
Talvez de novo no próximo ano.
A esperança vive
Beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come
Meet you
And I'll reach out to you
In my heart I touch
The face of God
In my dreams somehow
"In my heart I reach you In my heart I reach out to you"
"In my heart I touch the face of God It's all a dream"
Never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on
Beneath a blazing sun
One day you'll come