All love was meant to be unconditionally finding it's way to he who would give it all, who would leave it all for love to set him free, who would live it all and worship it all to be released, so love was meant to be unconditionally finding it's way to me through the deepest seas over dusty roads up to the mountain peaks we are dying alone, dying alone dying alone we're dying... All love was meant to be unconditionally finding it's way to he who would give it all who would leave it all for love to set him free through the deepest seas over dusty roads up to the mountainpeaks we are dying alone, dying alone we're dying. All the places that I have been, today they sound like melodies, the glances I have seen they told me more than words could ever say all the faces that I have seen, are colouring my memories, they make me write and make me sing about then and now, and whatever life might bring, let it come, I'll try to make the best of it knowing that love belongs to the few that seek for truth, for the riches of the mind will as only ones transcend.