Lirieke: 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
Aeroplanes make strangers of us all
Give us distance, much too easily

Jim says, "Some destinies should not be delivered"
But you and I've seen now baby, that still they are
Winnin', 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

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

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

So I?ll wrap myself in cities I travel
I?ll wrap myself in dreams
I?ll wrap myself in stranger?s arms
But I wish I could wrap myself in thee

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