She's in the mountains looking for a melody. She says there's music living in the breeze. You just can't look beyond the horizon. She is a diamond waiting to be ?free?. She calls to me. Sweet memory. She calls to me from the back of my mind. She is a stream that's searching for a river. She is the sunlight taken by the ??. She doesn't know what's dead or living. She's like a diamond waiting to be ?free?. She calls to me. Sweet memory. She calls to me from the back of my mind. She is a river searching for an ocean. She says there's magic hidden in the ?truth?. She doesn't if she's dead or living. She is a diamond waiting to be free. She calls to me. Sweet memory. She calls to me from the back of my mind