歌词
He wakes up in the morning
Every 7 am
Monday to sunday
From a crowded street
He works like a honey bee
Building nets but no dreams
Wearing all the same way
Hanging one kind of smile
Then it goes so neatly
But something stirs underneath
For how long
Out of the window
No cloaks of heroes unfold
Is there anyone can paint me
A different color on my grey sky
Well anyone can be my luminary
When faith's all out and nothing left to hold on
She stays up till the morning
Every 7 am
She blow the candles out
And draw the curtains down
To her the dark is like eternal pasture
Where she can weave her dreams with the falling stars
And it goes so quietly
But something screams underneath
For how long inside this hollow
No wings of angels unfold
Is there anyone can paint me
A different color on my grey sky
Well anyone can be my luminary
When faith all out and nothing left
There's always sunrise from the clouds
There's always moonshine submerging into sea
And we're all the waitings
Till rain falls down down down
Is there anyone can paint me
A different color on my grey mind well
Anyone can be my luminary
When faith's all out and nothing left to hold on
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