Colors of the sun
Flashing on the water top
Echo on the land
Digging for a coin
Many other tiny worlds
Slipping past my hand
Awake to understand you are not dreaming
It is not seaming just to be this way
Dying men draw numbers in the air
Dream to conquer little bits of time
Scuffle with the crowd to get their share
And fall behind their little bits of time
Voices in the air
Sympathetic harmony
Coming from the trees
Hanging at my door
Many shiny surfaces
Clinging in the breeze
Oh, leave me where I am, I am not losing
If I am choosing not to plan my life
Disillusioned savior search the sky
Wanting just to show someone the way
Asking all the people passing by
"Doesn't anybody want the way?"
I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria
They think they see another sky
From my fallen window I still see them
I'll never free them from the sky
