the sky begins at the ground
so i have my head in the clouds.
we don't seem to understand
how easy it is to pretend.
for i believe it is irresponsible
to say it's impossible
and never even try to conceive--
believe that anything is possible
across the whole world,
imagination is the essence of being
in a dream.
i don't know why we defend
the walls of limitation.

to know who you are, you must look to the stars--
all you see in the sky, is the light of former time.
it's a story, transitory.
for all that passes fades away,
goes on to another day,
but in this moment you will stay
until you can say,
"we've become to chase the setting sun,
and i know tomorrow never comes"
i'll be with you through the night and then