The wind blew in on the streets of Edinburgh from an ocean 20 miles awayIm with my friend in the chapel Rossylyn searching for my holy grailIs it too late for this crusade?What is there for me but this?And I cant feel immortal cause I cannot feel your kissDo you need everything spelled out?I cant see the scenery without feeling you here by me in heart and mind (but not in body) how did you come to embody grief for meNever to see you againIs it too late for this crusade?What is there for me but this?And I cant feel immortal cause I cannot feel your kissDo you need everything spelled out?Shes wrong this timeI swear Im fineShe thinks shes always on my mind