| Waiting for a beam | |
| To break through here | |
| A chain way vision | |
| All bright and clear | |
| And they talk | |
| And they dance | |
| I was expecting something pure | |
| With a golden hair | |
| Arms full of bracelets | |
| And smoke in the air | |
| And they talk | |
| And they dance | |
| Here comes darkness | |
| Just afternoon | |
| Waiting for a sign | |
| If I survive, | |
| I'll worship the moon | |
| Or something | |
| Anything This must be it | |
| Long for bliss | |
| First it was so quiet | |
| Now I know | |
| I'm not alone in here | |
| And they talked | |
| And they danced | |
| Two omens collide in my open hand | |
| Making me a viewer | |
| I am what | |
| I have seen | |
| And they talk | |
| And they dance | |
| Your hand on my hips | |
| Speak friendly to me | |
| I've been studying for years | |
| Patiently | |
| Is this as far as you can take me? | |
| This must be it | |
| Long for bliss | |
| First it was so quiet | |
| Now I know | |
| I'm not alone in here | |
| And they talked | |
| And they danced | |
| This must be it | |
| Long for bliss | |
| First it was so quiet | |
| Now I know | |
| I'm not alone in here | |
| And they talked | |
| And they danced | |
| This must be it | |
| Long for bliss | |
| First it was so quiet | |
| Now I know | |
| I'm not alone in here | |
| This must be it | |
| Long for bliss | |
| First it was so quiet | |
| Now I know | |
| I'm not alone in here | |
| And they talked | |
| And they danced |