My little sister, dreaming of monsters   when will the story come to the turning-point?   and make you happy, not being stepped on   by strangers shadows   every night      my dearest brother, king of time   breathing your own made up atmosphere   I was down in the dark when I heard you call   I could barely decide where your voice was coming from      and I ran across the water   with violent winds in my back   I saw the famous sadness   and it filled up evey crack      and if your world is mine   and if your words are mine   and if your blood is mine   - how could I ever leave it behind?      Sister, sweet sister, what do you see?   don't marry a picture that could never be   I stand here on my toes to find your place   I've looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding   further away      and I sailed across an ocean   On All American Winds   on my way towards something   -somthing my eyes had never seen      and if your world is mine   and if your words are mine   and if your blood is mine   - how could I ever leave it behind?      you're so close now/my words coming thru   I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do?   I'm hanging on still to this thin thread   I'm clinging on to the one thing that you   never had...      and I ran across a desert   and it took a thousand years   but I was never afraid of anything   'cos there was nothing left for me to fear   and I sailed across an ocean   on all American violent winds   on my way towards something   something my eyes had never seen      and if your world is mine   and if your words are mine   and if your blood is mine   - how could I ever leave it behind?