I've never gone to Paris. Or to London to see the palace. So many places that I would like to view. But I've no need to be a debtor. I found something better. I'm in another world with you.
They say it would really pay us, to see the Himalayas. Or watch the Llamas in Peru. And though these sights beckon, to me they come in second. When I'm in another world with you.
There's a light that glows around you. To me it's so much brighter than the sun. I hear music from angels singing, saying of the sights you are the only one.
I've never had a chance to visit Venice. Drive a gondola with menace. Though that is something that I would like to do. But if fate won't let us. If I never live that premise. I'm in another world with you.
The darkness bragged of its power. How it could strip the colors bare. How it was strengthened in the shadows. Fear made imaginations there. It was awesome and majestic. None could escape its might. Then it fled in terror. At the arrival of the light.