Favour the brave, oh hand of fortune
Cover my stave with rhapsodies of my devotion
Dare I be brave enough to pursue
The centre stage in a life of wandering in step with you
Rapture, here in the wake of your kiss
I have come far enough to know there's nothing like this
Nyota illuminate the abyss
It is comfort enough just to know that you exist
It is comfort enough just to know you
Pale in the glow, talking soft and low
Fortune made the cloth we're cut from
Virtue maintains the fibres we have gently woven
We cheat the wheel even when apart
The lows we'd feel could never beat us, I knew from the start
Rapture, here in the wake of your kiss...
Through the night
Rapture, here in the wake of your kiss...