In Thee

Blue Öyster Cult · The Music Of Blue Oyster Cult [2010]

Maybe I'll see you again, baby

And maybe I won't

Maybe you bought your ticket gone back to Detroit

Aeroplanes make strangers of us all

Give us distance

Much too easily



Jim says "Some destinies should not be delivered"

But you and I see now, baby, that still they are

Winning it makes losers of us all

'Cause the dice roll

So indifferently



Well I'll wrap myself in cities I travel

I'll wrap myself in dreams

I'll wrap myself in solitude

But I wish I could wrap myself

In thee



Tonight it's hot

Without you tomorrow be cold

Winter will come along

Driven by snow

Love, it makes strangers of us all

When we fall

Oh, so thoughtlessly



Well I'll wrap myself in cities I travel

I'll wrap myself in dreams

I'll wrap myself in solitude

But I wish I could wrap myself

In thee



Once we breathed the breath of sweet surrender

Pure, pure arab air filled our atmosphere

But pride it makes stars of us all

Until we fall

For everyone to see



So I'll wrap myself in cities I travel

I'll wrap myself in dreams

I'll wrap myself in stranger's arms

But I wish I could wrap myself

In thee



I'll wrap myself in cities I travel

I'll wrap myself in dreams

I'll wrap myself in solitude

But I wish I could wrap myself

In thee