We've found a kind of paradise
In a flowers bloom
We've seen the end of a mystic land
So close it meets the parting Sun
We've shared the thoughts that two could share
We feel the truth, magic that we send

Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers' bloom

We've heard a kind of paradise
Beyond the desert's dunes
We've walked the earth in solitude
So cold, we need the warmth of Sun
We've lived the life that we could live
We see the truth, magic that begins

Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers' bloom

We've found a kind of paradise
Below a sky so new
We've weaved a web of mystery so wide
We need the light of day
We've worn the cloak of secret lives
We've seen the truth, magic that we send

Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers' bloom

So when will it end?
So when, when will we meet, my friend?