my son and i close the house,
and we look (at) the rain
from the window,
we look (at) the rain from the window.
my son and i close the eyes,
and we're dream a train to run,
a train to run over the wall.
we play a rock, tonight,
and a symphony for us,
so we're free;
and no cry, my son,
if our sea is so far away,
it's so far away, again.
my son and i play with life,
with words and with our face,
with smile of the books on the floor.
and we know the name of the stars,
the secret love of a tree,
(and) the pain of the
children in the world.
we play a rock, tonight,
and a symphony for us,
so we're free;
and no cry, my son,
because the sea now is here,
it's here for you and i.
we play a rock, tonight,
and a symphony for us,
so we're free;
and now you're sleeping with me,
and our fear is so far away,
like the tears of our old darkness
and we look (at) the rain
from the window,
we look (at) the rain from the window.
my son and i close the eyes,
and we're dream a train to run,
a train to run over the wall.
we play a rock, tonight,
and a symphony for us,
so we're free;
and no cry, my son,
if our sea is so far away,
it's so far away, again.
my son and i play with life,
with words and with our face,
with smile of the books on the floor.
and we know the name of the stars,
the secret love of a tree,
(and) the pain of the
children in the world.
we play a rock, tonight,
and a symphony for us,
so we're free;
and no cry, my son,
because the sea now is here,
it's here for you and i.
we play a rock, tonight,
and a symphony for us,
so we're free;
and now you're sleeping with me,
and our fear is so far away,
like the tears of our old darkness