Sun rises to show me the light,
Twilight breaking through the clouds might.
Fancy diamonds are the grasses dew,
Flowers bloom as if they always knew.
...
Something wasn't right,
Was it the wish I made.
Dying every night,
Was it my face that fade.
...
Home
Sun rises to show me the light,
Twilight breaking through the clouds might.
Fancy diamonds are the grasses dew,
Flowers bloom as if they always knew.
Away from home I realize this call,
Pursuing the happiness that never existed at all.