At the Gates of Silent Memory

Yes today life that I knew So sick of all the people A blind moon over to the window Where the night has become elizium For the sleepless souls And our days to come You stand with dalila May be I'll just pass-away Or may be I'll stay But I feel alive with you And I feel some kind of heaven When I feel deep inside her I feel some kind of heaven Hear me Give me some kind of heaven Come in from the cold I'll owe you my heart Be my shelter and refuge for the night Love of my life Pour your light on the faith I can feel Make it real In her sleep