Colors of the sun



Flashing on the water top



Echo on the land



Picking for a coin



Many other tiny worlds



Singing 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 to just to show someone the way



Asking all the people passing by



Doesn't anybody walk away



I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria



They think I see another sky



And from my fallen window I still see them



I'll never free them from the sky