Now there is a voice inside the air Words come down They haunt me Hands move from a small back onto A collarbone is bending From the bed at night I called you All the wrongs went right We both knew Should I Lose my way Through the streets Of my city My soul Searches everywhere for you Every close And alley Garden of my bride Pomegranate eyes I called you All the wrongs went right I showed you Show me show me Show me show me