I stand in the middle of the Maze
By an exit point to a vortex to a next phase
I feel the bushes scratch your skin
I feel your anxiety of not knowing where to begin
In the middle of the maze I call your name
Telling you this is not a game
Directing you to me
From the middle of the maze across the sea
I hear your thoughts I hear your voice
But when you enter the maze you have a choice
Will you turn left or will you turn right?
Lost in the maze under the pale moonlight
In the middle of the maze I beckon you
Giving you direction of what to do
And as I stand in the middle of maze
I see you turn the corner and meet my gaze
As we embrace and kiss our mouths together
We stand in the middle of the maze of heather.
