She rises from the stones
From the darkening square
As if she had just risen
All wet-skinned, to the evening air
A mystery in stone
Oh yea
The secret you've never known
Oh yea
She's waiting till we learn how to listen
She's waiting
She's crying and her teardrops glisten
We've got to listen
Do you dare to let her in
Oh yea
Would you let her touch your skin
Oh yea
Would you dare to let her in
The mystery
Would you let her touch your skin
Oh yea
Oh yea