There is no distance
you wouldn't travel
to find where you unravel;
but the road is
unforgiving
when you carry
what you're giving.
High above her,
down below her,
you know you'll never know her.
But you know
that you love her.
There is no stone you'd leave
unturned
when love is lost,
your crosses burn;
still the road is
unforgiving
'till you carry
what you're giving
High above her,
down below her,
you know you'll never know her.
But you know
that you love her.
And you
don't want
to let
go.
(Turn around.)
So when a shadow
lights the way
and your destiny
evades you:
though the road be unforgiving,
always carry what you're giving
high above her
down below her
you know you'll never know her
but you know that you love her.
Sky above her...
Ground below her...
No, you'll never know.
