(the reivers)

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

On rainy days I wonder whats behind the veil
And I feel your breath upon my mouth,

And I press my heart into your hand,
Its my gift from araby.

We can move and be trusted,
But what is it that you want?
It is not what they think,
Yeah what is it that you want?

They look down on me and they smile forever,
But I know that love will kill that pride

And I press my heart into your hand
Its my gift from araby.

Listen to what youre saying,
You know nothing of my love,
And if it all comes 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 heart into your hand
Its my gift from araby.