I know my finest work is yet to come
and i can see my goldest hour is yet to be sung
i can believe my greatest love is never undone
and i can feel the brightest shining of the warmest
sun
Can you hear the children laughing as they run?
and whole walls tumbling into separate stones again
can you see one light burning at the edge of the lane?
can you walk into this like the sweetest rain?
Cause i can see, beyond these hills
drink in this winter air until i'm filled
and with the bones of this dead city i can rebuild
But if my finest fleet, should never reach the sea
and if my darkest hour still awaits me
if this brief glimmer is all that's meant to be
then let me walk bravely into open fields
And let me see beyond these hills
drink in this winter air until i'm filled
and with the bones of this dead city let me rebuild