Arc Of Space - Bruce Dickinson

There on a lonely desert hilltop

The pilgrims huddle closer

Waiting for a sign

The coming silver shrine

The arc of space and time

Truth, the truth is never clear

Perhaps again next year

The hope lives on

Beneath the blazing sun

One day you’ll come

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

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

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

Truth, the truth is never clear

Perhaps again next year

The hope lives on

Beneath the blazing sun

One day you’ll come