I worshipped him, yes, from afar
For in this time we live, so dark
I knew we couldn't be together
There's no time longer here, than never
They say parting's such sweet sorrow
What will I do in the tomorrow?
It drains my soul, put out the fire
Maybe we'll meet in someplace higher
Everyday I think of him
And though my hope is growing thin
It's been a year, or three, or two
But always, love, I dream of you