[Lyrics: Aleksandra Bacińska (Polish poet and songwriter), Peter A. Yonk] [verse 1] What if there’s a place somewhere, where anything’s possible, still innocent and clear, simple truths, so visible. [pre-chorus] And if there’s a silence, too vast to hold inside, and you want to hear it now - how it hums, how it glides. [chorus] Where dreams keep watch at twilight, before the night slips in, awkwardly folding into dark - what if such a place begins? Where dawn, just before the morning, is the gentlest, closest lover, and if that place is real - then take me there, discover. ... [verse 2] And if there are whispered words, born anew, unplanned, falling softly on the ear, like grains of drifting sand. [pre-chorus] And if those words won’t fade, etched deep inside your mind, how they sound when they return - speak them back, be kind. [chorus] Where dreams keep watch at twilight, before the night slips in, awkwardly folding into dark- and if such a place begins? Where dawn, just before the morning, is the gentlest, closest lover, and if that place is real - then take me there... ...today. ... [pre-chorus] And if those words won’t fade, etched deep inside your mind, how they sound when they return- speak them back, be kind... Speak them back, be kind! [chorus] Where dreams keep watch at twilight, before the night slips in, awkwardly folding into dark - and if such a place begins? Where dawn, just before the morning, is the gentlest, closest lover, and if that place is real - then take me there ... ...right now. [outro] Where dreams keep watch at twilight, before the night slips in, awkwardly folding into dark - and if such a place begins? Where dawn, just before the morning, is the gentlest, closest lover, and if that place is real- then take me there... ...right now!
