Quietly, unexpectedly Each and every doubt Faded away. As if the warm, light breeze Cleared the cloud of bees Humming in the head since '89. Grown so broad And I never thought It will race so far, A pleasure of the heart. Glorious thing it's You. Now we're sailing the same way All the ships do. Our minds filled with the right Desires and dreams for two. When every note of You breathing Is a peaceful heartbeat of mine. Grown so broad And I never thought It will race so far, A pleasure of the heart. Glorious thing it's You.