On the hills behind the Dead Sea
You were my love from the Holy City
And you were gonna take me there
But I had a change of heart
That wonder has become a symbol
A promise of a world that is safe
Like a destination without the journey
Or like a prize without the fight
It seems that this red rose rock
That I only know from pictures
Has been carved out of pure love
That I only know from books
Being its own timeless dream
Sometimes the truth is mild and simple
Not a flood or even a big wave, just a ripple
You want it to wash over you
And the wonder, it's still there
Why do we always need a mystery
Why can't we see a little history
Before it's much too late
I'm only letting this wash over me
Why can't we see a little history
Before it's much too late