soon my heart will fly to sadness when the ways of knowing you has no more gladness and still my wanting heart will dream of you it's jest a dream, i know that we are through i melt a thousand times a day an empty feeling that jest won't go away tomarrow is another day that wishes hopes and prayers, all refuse to pay in secret i dream that you would rescue me and from this dying place we'd soon leave my heart would find a secret place we'd rest our bags and call it Grace but soon my heart will fly to sadness then the pain of loving you will turn to madness