Take me to love –part 2

Show me the way
Take me to love
Things only heard now I want to feel
My soul caressed by silken breeze
Whisper secrets to listening trees
Show me that world
Take me to love
Show me the way
Take me to love
Come out, blue moon
I need a friend soon
To share what I feel, it's so rare
Shine down on me so I can see
The silver street that leads me to the place I want to be

A wish a dream
Magic go it does seem
Has time stood still just for me
It's saying that we're meant to be together forever one and other's destinys

Show me the way
Take me to love
Things only heard now I wanna see
Sun sets with glowing flowers
Nights live with story shows
Show them that world
Take me to love
Show me the way
Take me to love

Could we fly away
Lie on a cloud all day
Hold hands and get kissed by the sun
Shall we swim out deep
Watch dolphins leap
Like my heart would if you said I was the only one
Show me the way
Take me to love
Things only heard now I wanna be
Running through fields as the bird flies
Lost in the twilight of your eyes
Show me that world
Take me to love

Show them the way
Take them to love
Things only heard now they want to be
Two beings with one beating heart
For their whole lives not to part
Show them the way
Take them to love
ooooooooooh
La-la la-la la la-la-la
Show them the way
La.la la.la
La.la la.la.la
Take them to love
La.la la la.la.la
La.la la.la
La la.la.la
La.la la.la la la.la.la
yeah yeah yeahhhh la.la.la.
La.la.la.la.la.la.la.la.la.la.la.la.laooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?