At The Gates Of Silent Memory

Yesterday, life that I knew

So sick of all the people

A blind moon over to the window

Where the night has become elizium

For the sleepless souls

And our days to come



You stand, stand with Dalila

May be I'll just pass away

Or may be I'll stay

But I feel alive with you

And I feel some kind of Heaven

I feel deep inside her

And I feel some kind of Heaven



Give me, give me, give me

Some kind of Heaven