Hands of life, the sound ♪ We realize their sounds I don't try to statue cast you cold ♪ In an atrium ♪ Through our thoughts, we try to get our sense But often now we are hopeful From up high we lift the metal veil In a surging sense of silence I don't try to statue cast in mold ♪ In an atrium ♪ And we flee from chaos, shimmered blood A new day, create a meaning So we sleep and our thoughts become aglow Like an ember from a pyre I don't try to statue cast you more ♪ In an atrium I was told I approached your face And growth so I've been showed That you would not grow old But from the embers ♪ Another flame burns Another shimmer