The first flowers awoke, then flung,
from golden faces to the buried sun,
whispered can you hear the sound of worn-out marching drums.

My site was darkened by the shaking ground,
I turned to look but there was no one around.
These things don’t happen with a warning cut in stone.

Stand still, I will,
My eyes will fight, for dreams to take flight,
Beyond the night and day,
Beyond the night and day.

When winter hums her tune, the heart of man
chooses not to listen even though he will regret
the way the water freezes over with his debt.

And we know these cities might change and fall,
but it’s nice to know that love could be so tall
and burst in the sky all at once.

Stand still, I will,
My eyes will fight, for dreams to take flight,
Beyond the night and day,
Beyond the night and day.

Beyond the night