| 作曲 : Montelius, Simonsson | |
| I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests | |
| As shadows shift from grey to red, I notice there's no floor | |
| Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass | |
| Suddenly the moon comes out from the clouded skies | |
| Wet and cold from shifting daydreams, wakeful in the sleep | |
| Windowpane observing some commotion down below | |
| Waiting for the noise to come to blur the weary mind | |
| Watching as a pastime and I'm the fallen star | |
| Go film - we can all be gods | |
| Go film - we will all be heroes | |
| Go film - we are all immortal | |
| Go film - we will all be safe | |
| Go film - we are all illusions | |
| Go film - and we can never touch | |
| I will shine again with burning light when I return | |
| In and out from foreign shores, I've gone astray in time | |
| Born to search for something I have never ever seen | |
| On an endless quest to hostile ground and unknown lands | |
| Then the scene go back to where it started and I fall | |
| As shadows shift from red to grey, I notice there's no floor | |
| And gravity awakes me as it throws me to the ground | |
| A million tiny grains of dust obscures me from your eyes |
| zuo qu : Montelius, Simonsson | |
| I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests | |
| As shadows shift from grey to red, I notice there' s no floor | |
| Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass | |
| Suddenly the moon comes out from the clouded skies | |
| Wet and cold from shifting daydreams, wakeful in the sleep | |
| Windowpane observing some commotion down below | |
| Waiting for the noise to come to blur the weary mind | |
| Watching as a pastime and I' m the fallen star | |
| Go film we can all be gods | |
| Go film we will all be heroes | |
| Go film we are all immortal | |
| Go film we will all be safe | |
| Go film we are all illusions | |
| Go film and we can never touch | |
| I will shine again with burning light when I return | |
| In and out from foreign shores, I' ve gone astray in time | |
| Born to search for something I have never ever seen | |
| On an endless quest to hostile ground and unknown lands | |
| Then the scene go back to where it started and I fall | |
| As shadows shift from red to grey, I notice there' s no floor | |
| And gravity awakes me as it throws me to the ground | |
| A million tiny grains of dust obscures me from your eyes |
| zuò qǔ : Montelius, Simonsson | |
| I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests | |
| As shadows shift from grey to red, I notice there' s no floor | |
| Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass | |
| Suddenly the moon comes out from the clouded skies | |
| Wet and cold from shifting daydreams, wakeful in the sleep | |
| Windowpane observing some commotion down below | |
| Waiting for the noise to come to blur the weary mind | |
| Watching as a pastime and I' m the fallen star | |
| Go film we can all be gods | |
| Go film we will all be heroes | |
| Go film we are all immortal | |
| Go film we will all be safe | |
| Go film we are all illusions | |
| Go film and we can never touch | |
| I will shine again with burning light when I return | |
| In and out from foreign shores, I' ve gone astray in time | |
| Born to search for something I have never ever seen | |
| On an endless quest to hostile ground and unknown lands | |
| Then the scene go back to where it started and I fall | |
| As shadows shift from red to grey, I notice there' s no floor | |
| And gravity awakes me as it throws me to the ground | |
| A million tiny grains of dust obscures me from your eyes |