It is worth the admission
Oh, my love fogs up the glass
I look on in a window
And my love fogs up the glass

On rainy days I wonder what's behind the veil
And I feel my breath upon your mouth
And I press my heart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby
And I press my heart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby

We can move and be trusted
But what is it that you want?
Is it not what they think?
Yeah, what is it that you want?
They look down on me and they smile forever
And I know that love will kill that pride
And I press my heart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby
And I press my heart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby

Listen to what you're saying
You know nothing of my love
And if it all came down to what you say
You know nothing of my love
And looking up into the dark I find it there
And I feel my breath upon my mouth
And I press my hеart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby
And I press my heart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby
And I press my hеart into your hand
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