See the color of the rain overwhelms your cover Gentle giant laid to rest as the night surrendered Tiny whistles of the trees they tried to tell me something Darkest shades of the leaves tell me what you're hiding And all the things that we've built shan't be brought along And all the things that we've lost shall be turned to songs ♪ Subtle whispers from the sea, reveal a certain story Restless lions in the caves, tell me what your worries Flying birds among the clouds, show me the direction Little pebbles on the ground forming an abstraction And all the things that we've built shan't be brought along And all the things that we've lost shall be turned to songs ♪ A dying man holding his brother begging for the sun A worried child losing her mother begging for the sun A tired prey running from the hunter begging for the sun A weary hand chained and locked to another begging for the sun