our song is brought down to her knees...with his words on the palms of her hands...a sweet caress and she's gone...to what looks like another place...where our beast appears from thin air...and he speaks all the words she forbid him to say...only now she'll imagine he's there...and this time there will be no more walking away...his words hold her captive...and where ever she hears his voice she follows...so he touches her face and moves slowly around her...the familiar embrace that was never forgotten...and the longing increases inside our song...as the beast narrates the moral of the story...it will be an eternity of waiting in her shadow or one of residing together...but time might as well stand still...if it were meant to pass by with out her...