Shadow Gallery. Questions At Hand. Zeneszám

Asked if I had ever known your name
I replied, "It sometimes slips away"
Answers now, like sand, shall fill my hands
Slipping through my fingers to the floor
And blown away

Somewhere out beyond our reach
Lie the answers to the questions at hand

Time survives and all that's left is dust
We respond to music of the earth
Our hands touch and to its tune, we dance
Is our kiss just sand thrown to the wind?
Where does it go?

Somewhere out beyond our reach
Lie the answers to the questions at hand

I, I could never find solace in another eye
And then you came into my life
Oh, I, I've come out from the cold, alone, I walk a broken road
Through wind, I heard you calling
Now my eyes can cut a path into your light