| [00:30.96] | He wakes up in the morning |
| [00:34.32] | Every 7 am |
| [00:36.83] | |
| [00:37.98] | Monday to sunday |
| [00:39.79] | |
| [00:41.13] | From a crowded street |
| [00:43.87] | He works like a honey bee |
| [00:46.49] | |
| [00:47.22] | Building nets but no dreams |
| [00:49.73] | |
| [00:50.32] | Wearing all the same way |
| [00:53.16] | |
| [00:53.68] | Hanging one kind of smile |
| [00:56.52] | Then it goes so neatly |
| [01:02.41] | |
| [01:03.55] | But something stirs underneath |
| [01:08.02] | |
| [01:09.49] | For how long |
| [01:10.81] | |
| [01:12.72] | Out of the window |
| [01:14.84] | |
| [01:16.34] | No cloaks of heroes unfold |
| [01:20.41] | |
| [01:21.63] | Is there anyone can paint me |
| [01:27.17] | |
| [01:28.58] | A different color on my grey sky |
| [01:33.84] | |
| [01:34.97] | Well anyone can be my luminary |
| [01:40.57] | |
| [01:41.27] | When faith's all out and nothing left to hold on |
| [01:48.66] | |
| [01:59.70] | She stays up till the morning |
| [02:03.30] | Every 7 am |
| [02:05.56] | |
| [02:06.22] | She blow the candles out |
| [02:09.54] | And draw the curtains down |
| [02:12.83] | To her the dark is like eternal pasture |
| [02:18.91] | Where she can weave her dreams with the falling stars |
| [02:25.34] | And it goes so quietly |
| [02:30.70] | |
| [02:32.41] | But something screams underneath |
| [02:37.20] | |
| [02:38.37] | For how long inside this hollow |
| [02:43.97] | |
| [02:45.27] | No wings of angels unfold |
| [02:48.99] | |
| [02:50.52] | Is there anyone can paint me |
| [02:56.17] | |
| [02:57.23] | A different color on my grey sky |
| [03:03.08] | |
| [03:03.65] | Well anyone can be my luminary |
| [03:09.36] | |
| [03:10.07] | When faith all out and nothing left |
| [03:16.65] | |
| [03:18.81] | There's always sunrise from the clouds |
| [03:25.25] | There's always moonshine submerging into sea |
| [03:31.30] | And we're all the waitings |
| [03:33.98] | Till rain falls down down down |
| [03:39.76] | |
| [03:41.72] | Is there anyone can paint me |
| [03:47.72] | |
| [03:48.46] | A different color on my grey mind well |
| [03:56.08] | Anyone can be my luminary |
| [04:01.22] | When faith's all out and nothing left to hold on |
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