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