Could it be right, that we walked away
Tumbling on the path, just to end up again
Drumming a new beat, kind of pace
Drumming a new beat, kind of pace
Maybe I was caught in a spinning threat
Maybe you were tangled in the line of attack
Now I've analyzed all profits and leftovers
Squared roots of memories and other remains
Subtracted a few heart-wrecks and left lovers
Now our own destinies are plotting together
Entwining connections on our live hood agenda
It's better be converted into a great believer
If the constellations predict in our sea of years
That you are
You are, you are, you are, you are, you are
You are to be found safe and sound in my arms (safe and sound in my arms)
That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (safe and sound in my arms)
That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (save and sound in my arms)
That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (save and sound in my arms)
That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms (save and sound)
That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms
Safe and sound in my arms
Safe and sound in my arms
Safe and sound in my arms
