When will I see the shape of you in me
Oh can it come a little sooner now
Make me polished sharp as an arrow
Hide me away in your sure quiver
Above the clouds is where my mind must go
There we will be just you and me sittin' in that throne
Still when will I see the shape of you in me
Oh can it come a little sooner now
Once walked did I in darkness oh so fleeting
Under the spell of fickle desire
Destined to die my soul in the grave
Oh my you steppin' down to save
Now I begin to see the shape you in me
But still oh can it come just a little sooner now