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?