In a cold dream,
The moon cast a Curse...
In a world with out words
we speak of love
Until I can reach you
I want to thaw the frozen dream
of our embracing lips...
...with these wound-coverde arms.
If we abandon the beauty of the love
we shered in the past...
...tomorrow we can go to an even more
beautiful night.
The Curse of the Moon
I want to take you far away...
...from in sid this cold believing in love...
...until we find where we belong.
