I foresaw you like an old ghost storynFrom a family tree that was handed down to mennI've known you like a siren song that warnsnI've been informed you could be the death of mennBut patience bounds an eternal stone nYou were meant to be minenI draw a door with the cards of godsnin a great and faded timennI know we'll meet againnMaybe tonightnJust tell me where and whennI know it's never surenMaybe tonight (2x)nnSky whispers in a baritonenthat the mystery always beat what I entombnnsearch the the dial for what i need to knownthey don't play the songs on my radio