Lyrics:

From Brooklyn Bridge to Saint Petersburg
In every board room and boudoir across the world
From the fall of Rome, to the Renaissance
Through Reformation, Cold War and Vietnam

I'm the movement in the corner
Of your eye
The shadow
In the dead of the night

I'm the figure
In the edge
Of your dreams
I'm waiting
For you
To notice me

You know my dear
I'll never turn away
Forget your voice
Avoid your gaze
I'll be there
Behind your shoulder
I love you more
As you grow older

To a sunny day
Or a starlit night
We'll come together, babe
You and I

And you'll look
Into my face
And lose yourself
In my embrace

No one loves you
Like I do
Nobody
I love you (x3)
To death