| Awake to the sound of drifting afternoons |
| Result of a time spent gazing at the sky |
| With deep red shadows falling across the floor |
| Life rising from where it came to rest |
| A life made of moments where the world, was it listening? |
| To stay or go, one picture says more than words could say |
| So hurry up and make your choice |
| No, you’ll always be merciful in my eyes |
| Like sunrays kissing single moments |
| We don’t have nearly enough time to pray for this |
| Aurora |
| Ebb and flow the last |
| We’re watching light from beyond the sky |
| We toast the past |
| And sing to the sounds of countless angels |
| Daylight calling, the pulse of life fading through the veins |
| The world’s alive, so alive |
| So hurry up and make your choice |
| No, you’ll always be merciful in my eyes |
| Like sunrays kissing single moments |
| We don’t have nearly enough time to pray for this |
| Aurora |
| So hurry up and make your choice |
| No, you’ll always be merciful in my eyes |
| Like sunrays kissing single moments |
| We don’t have nearly enough time to pray for this |
| Aurora |