To chase the reasons
We are stranded one by one
What did we expect to find here?
What did we expect to find?

Ragged strands of freedom
We trust to the forces that move us along
Revealing the time of wild growing fears
Of restless made rhyme of innocent years

Was it the gentle ones?
Was it the folding light?
Or was it the fire that burns
Turning it all into the summer night?

To face the seasons
And yet stand so far away
How could we have been so blind here?
How could we have been so blind?

Another chance has opened
We want to believe in the journey we're on
We trust to the smiles of the old and the wise
Uncovered in time to reflect in our eyes

Was it the gentle ones?
Was it the folding light?
Or was it the fire that burns
Turning it all into the summer night?