Today - there are clouds
intermitently, bringing me down
but I hear a song in my head...
and music heals the devil's threat

Did I work my way to hear
-am I to be congratulated-
or did she come to me?
I don't care - I just believe

I just wait, I just wipe out
the dirt from my pink shades
Perfect's close, I said
"And it's thanks to days like these
you learn to appreciate things"

But:
Oh! I still need the perfect
that comes anytime my way
the Sun rays blinding sight of anything else!
I am still a sucker for rainbows
shooting star
northern, all kinds of light
I live for them, for them I am alive.
Give me the quiet ecstasy
morning after, moon above
-another kind of light, for love-
(not far from your arms)
Give me the glitter, the gleam, the shine
spilling out, spilling into my insides.

The Sun calls me, no cease, I can't say no
the clouds, you know, they'll fade and die out.
Speak up, for sound makes the devil drown.