Tekstovi: William Fitzsimmons. Gold in the Shadow. By My Side.

I still hear you calling
When sleep is escaping me
I still hear you farther on

I see you in waking
A ghost in the window shade
My lover, the form you take

By my side, walk with me
Make this well by my side

We dance through the evening
You feather around my toes
I still hear the words you plead

By my side, walk with me
Make this well by my side