within every raindrop worlds of noise and passionless sounds
in everything we hear and see our naked eyes read the lie, we choke our sigh
and with every day we waste we lose another part of ourselves
one day we will build up a city of gold where we can protect our deepest craving and nothing will reach all the dreams that we dream in the stillness and warmth beneath a delicate snow
no man is an island but nothing blooms in these heartless times
with all the horrid pictures how can we keep singing our song?
a river flows into an ocean of gold and we are the heroes in legends of old in this very moment we are what we dream in the stillness and warmth somewhere beneath the snow
my friend untimely we are daydreaming in vain
and still we are what we are, are what we feel
we we remain in darkness unseen
love we thought love love would remain
one day we will build up a city of gold where we can protect our deepest craving and nothing will reach all the dreams that we dream in the stillness and warmth beneath a delicate snow
a river flows into an ocean of gold and we are the heroes in legends of old in this very moment we are what we dream in the stillness and warmth somewhere beneath the snow