blue oyster cult
in thee
maybe i'll see you again baby and maybe i won't maybe you've bought your ticket gone back to detroit airplanes make strangers of us all give us distance much too easily. jim says some destinies should not be delivered but you and i seen now baby that still they are winning it makes losers of us all 'cause the dice roll so indifferently. well i'll wrap myself in cities i travel i'll wrap myself in dreams i'll wrap myself in solitude but i wish i could wrap myself in thee. tonight it's hot without you tomorrow'll be cold winter will come along driven by snow love it makes strangers of us all when we part oh so thoughtlessly once we breathed the breath of sweet surrender pure pure arab air filled our atmosphere but pride it makes stars of us all until we fall for everyone to see.