Now, there is a voice inside the airnWords come downnThey haunt menHands move from a small back ontonA collarbone is bendingnnFrom the bed at night I called younAll the wrongs went rightnWe both knewnnShould I lose my way through the streets of my citynMy soul searches everywhere for younEvery close and alleynn(Garden of my bridenPomegranate eyesnBlossoms in the vinesnMy citynSea salt in the winenDay breathes in and sighsnEvery mountain highnAnd valley)nnFrom the bed at night I called younAll the wrongs went rightnI showed younnShow me