They will paint the black cloud, paint the hollow sun
sing that we are endless, until the final song
until the shiny silver reflecting in their eyes
has turned into shiny silver, in the palm of their hand

and we go on

we will paint the green sea, paint the waterfall
sing the spring upon the hillside
live like we belong
until the shiny silver reflecting in our eyes
has turned into shiny silver that light up the night

and we go on
to the mystery behind the calm"