Текст песни CLING - Abandoned

High on a hill is a sanctuary
I climbed up where the air is clean
I washed my wounds in the magic spring
I was visualising

I carried on to the olive tree
An eagle circled on the freeze
Far below me lay the sea
I was visualising

~ A place where hearts could not be broken
~ Cruel words would not be spoken
~ Love would never be
~ Abandoned

I felt the bells with their ancient chimes
Transport me to another time
Familiar things where left behind
I was fantasising

~ Promises would not be broken
~ Bitter words would not be spoken
~ Love would never be
~ Abandoned