Take my hand and I will show You all the things I deeply know
Mo Padishu, You're clearly blind
To all of the goodness that resides
In Your fingertips, in Your light
In Your fingertips, in Your smile
But I could be the window to the amber glowing golden picture that I see
So easily, and You could be the grand collector
Come to life, no more respect the fantasy
Named what everybody else sees
Clouds that bow to find their way
Into Your sweet reflection's gaze
And we, we all want to be the wind
Oh, letting the sun shine in again
Oh, letting the sun shine in again
Oh, letting the sun shine in again
Oh, I could be the window to the amber glowing golden picture that I see
So easily, and You could be the grand collector
Come to life, no more respect the fantasy
Named what everybody else sees
What everybody else sees
What everybody else sees
What everybody else sees
What everybody else sees