وقتی "بروس دیکینسون" بزرگ، توانایی های صداش رو در سبکی به جز هوی متال به نمایش میذاره??
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, oh, 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, oh, the truth is never clear Perhaps again next year The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun One day you'll come
