I'm searching for you in a thousand strange stories,
In castles and crossroads, in mirrors and moors;
I'm chasing your shadow through worlds without ending,
But someone was faster and locked all these doors.

Needles and haystacks and gold into straw,
Love me, don't leave me, tell me where you are.
Without you I'm not sure how this story ends.
I try to hold on, but the rope's just too thin.