Santa Barbara

All my life has been a surprise Faces cast in gold on the fire Phantoms coloquial and new Feelings inside floating through you All my life leads me to die Now Sherlock and Watson decide On a true mystery of the mind One Arthur Doyle would cease to write Oh, my love, I'm lost again Though I try, when will I win? Who said life's not a race? But if you're not around All this time has been wasted to find The darkness triumphed over light Is the creator on my side? Or has he left the soul behind? Oh, my love, I'm lost again Though I try, when will I win? Who said life's not a race? But if you're not around All this life has been a disguise Except for the hand in mine Belonging to my one true love In Santa Barbara on Hanukkah