Once when you were young, pedaling through the sun

The light steamed through your body like a glass

But then the changes come, things are good undone

And the things you lose they don't come back again

But you want to go back again, so you fall down and say the name: Amahl...

Electric radio waves is moving inside my veins

And I can't tell what words they're saying

'Cus it's the secret land of sound, the language of the ground

The color of your broken [parachute]

It's a possible refrain moving out of range

And pulling me towards you like a weight

Now you are a song that plays inside my heart for days

Listen... Amahl... Amahl... Amahl