Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings 

In the light moved together in the colors of the morning 

I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone. 

Across the marshes, across the fields below. 

I fell through the vines and I hoped they would catch me below. 

If only to take me with them there, 

Tell me the part that shinesIn your heart on the wind. 

And the reeds blew in the morning. 

Take me along to the places 

You've gone when my eyes looked away. 

Tell me the song that you sing in the trees in the dawning. 

Tell me the part that shines in your heart 

And the rays of love forever, 

Please take me there. 



An August day in the hills of Spain, a pair of children emerged from a cave. 

The strangest sight there alone they stood, 

with skin of green and words no one had heard. 

The girl was stronger, the boy was weak, 

with her new mother she learned to speak. 

And wove a tale of a dying sun, they had left darkness, 

a dark world come undone. 

They travelled so far. Believing they came from a star. 

She fell through life, through time, through parallel lives. 

The men of science, the men of fame, the men of letters tried to explain: 

Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time to make her 

think she'd fallen from the sky? 

A whirlwind spun them all alone, took them from their twilight home. 

Believing they came from a star.