Steve Conte - Seven Rings in Hand (Alf Layla wa-Layla)

Make believe's reborn Myths, in mind, re-thought Question all that's known Legends blurred and torn No such thing as fate for those who speed A path out of time, instead of just living it So many things erased before they begin Hopes un-dream, instead of what could have been Fortune fades, like words in the sand Just like that, it's nothing, it all just seems Nothing, it all just seems Fortune shines, with seven in hand Back to fact, make real of all that seems Make real of all that seems Seven rings in hand Speed through nights with feet in sand Seven rings in hand Wonders all under command Seven rings in hand Wild with just one single hand Seven rings in hand Arrowed hearts catch fire now No such thing as an arrow through who dreams Hopes may burden, but, forever, last to give in So many things need a push or pull to begin Un-free to move unless another hand gets in Be it all the same, it's never the same Just like that, just nothing, it's all just means (Nothing, it all just means) If all as is, then it's never as is Back to fact, make real of all that seems (Make real of all that seems) Memories that dance Fairy tales in trance Know what to believe Nothing's up to chance Seven rings in hand Nights with feet in sand Seven rings in hand... Seven rings in hand Seven seas in hand Speed of sound through sands All our hopes and plans In one single hand