Bruce Dickinson
Arc of Space
There on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for a sign
The coming silver shrine
The arc of space and time
Truth, the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on
Beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come
In my heart, I reach you
In my heart, I reach out to you
In my heart, I touch the face of God
In my dreams somehow
In my heart, I reach you
In my heart, I reach out to you
In my heart, I touch the face of God
It's all a dream
In my heart, I reach you
In my heart, I reach out to you
In my heart, I touch the face of God
It's all a dream somehow
Truth, the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on
Beneath the blazing sun
One day you'll come