I didn't know her name, but I thought she was from heaven. I haven't seen her smile before, but I knew it just the same. I haven't held her hand, but in my imagination, I can put my lips to her cheek and I whisper her name. Where was she from? Who does she run to? Does she know that I would give my life, I'd give her all and more, and more. If I could find a way, I would be there beside her. An old world or nobody could see, I wouldn't care. The foolish way I'd watch, her there beside me. Gazing at her smile, her skin, her long, long, long years. Where was she from? Who does she run to? Does she know that I would give my life, I'd give her all and more, and more. And more. Where was she from? Who does she run to? Does she know that I would give my life, I'd give her all and more, and more. And more.