The sun rises, I gaze at the stars
I wash my feet in the sand
The gods of science and gods of faith
Are standing hand in hand
I see you speaking, I hear your gaze
As the wise man babbles his prose
The windless sky takes my kite so high
That our hearts can only suppose

We're dancing on the hill, we're reaching for the sky
We're dancing on the hill, watching the world go by

The sound comes to awaken me
Monotony takes control
When living forces itself on me
It takes a small piece of my soul
It's this that takes our life away
It's this that makes us die
The dreams I dream when dreaming
Are my heaven; this is why...