Colour of the Sun

Touching down how I climb Balancing dreams that he's chosen Northern lights on [?] Melting stream that was frozen. Passing cars with rusted wheels The frame in need of a [?] Red sky night, that [?] Back when the grow was impossibly Working tide will come around again [?] is waiting in the wind For all your world and treasures There's nothing to be want Nothing left to measure It's you and me and the colour of the sun. While the child wonders how The sky connects to the ocean Spinning fast, and that's now She's unaware of the motion. The wise men and the fools keep taking turns Every day more bridges seem to burn With all your volts and treasures Would you trade them for some fun? What's the rise of pleasure? Cause you and me, you can [?] Watch the particles collide And trust the stars up in the sky! Sand that's gone, snatched by the storm Are the poles really shifting? Gypsy rains wash all the planes [?] dreams I still drifting. The best the times get still somehow be found! Even the worst of features will never let you down For all your world, the treasures For your battles lost in one Nothing left to measure It's you and me and the colour of the sun.