Count the colours of all those days gone by
The late sky turns to grey
Find the falter, the crook of now and then
The steady and slow spin of day
No, nobody knows how far we come
To let go of passings already won
And count all the colours –
Each of them is drawn from you
Sharpen shadows, strike the light against the dark
Take it to the torch and let it burn
‘Til we see clearly, until we cannot lose our way
The day is stretched out and lit
No, nobody knows how far we come
To let go of passings already won
And count all the colours –
Each of them is drawn
Each of them is drawn
Each of them draws from you
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