Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart   For the world to see; she craved for intimacy   Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision   Gazed out to see; she craved lucidity      Cast adrift from past relationships in her life   Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace   Seas of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth   Had passed her by and left her high and dry      In her savior's arms   In her savior's arms   In her savior's arms   In her savior's arms      Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal   Where you will see the whole cause of your loneliness   Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies   And I wish, and I pray that there may come a day      For a savior's arms   For a savior's arms   For a savior's arms   For a savior's arms