Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
For the world to see
She craved for intimacy
Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to sea
She craved lucidity

Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
Hoisted up the ideal
This was her saving grace
Sea's of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth
Had passed her by
And left her high and dry

In her saviour's arms
In her saviour's arms
In her saviour's arms
In her saviour's arms

Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness
Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies
And I wish
And I pray
That there may come a day

For a saviour's arms
For a saviour's arms
For a saviour's arms
For a saviour's arms