Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
For the world to see; she craved for intimacy
Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to see; she craved lucidity

Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace
Seas of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth
Had passed her by and left her high and dry

In her savior's arms
In her savior's arms
In her savior's arms
In her savior's arms

Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
Where you will see the whole cause of your loneliness
Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies
And I wish, and I pray that there may come a day

For a savior's arms
For a savior's arms
For a savior's arms
For a savior's arms