Arc Of Space

Bruce Dickinson

1. There, on a lonely desert hilltop
   The pilgrims huddle closer
   Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine
   The arc of space and time

2. Truth, oh, the truth is never clear
   Perhaps again next year
   The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
   One day you'll come

   
R: In my heart I reach you
   In my heart I reach out to you
   In my heart I touch the face of God
   In my dreams somehow...


R: In my heart I reach you
   In my heart I reach out to you
   In my heart I touch the face of God
   
   In my heart I reach you
   In my heart I reach out to you
   In my heart I touch the face of God
   It's all a dream, somehow...

3. Truth, oh, the truth is never clear
   Perhaps again next year
   The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
   One day you'll come