A thousand times to spell

Its the angel that heard your voice
to nice to fly back to heaven
its the music the wind plays
everytime you cry
its the waves of your majesty
from the underworld to venus
and its the depth of your ocean
certainly the sweetest place I ve ever known

The clothes you wear,
the man you love,
I know your name
a thousand times to spell

its the juice of your fairytale
enough to feed the whole world
its the lovers you ve had in the past
blessed and cursed at the same time
its the light that keeps following you
from the holy Christian star
its the nights when you close your eyes
and Im counting your dreams.