[Instrumental]
				

Tell me where do you go
Is it like we think we know
Are the lights in the sky
All just alleviations to say goodbye

Tell me what do you see
Is all worth our fantasy
Can you show me your star
So I believe you find a way to tell me where you are

You broke the sun
And painted me a universe called new life
You broke the sun
am I just standing too close to see your satellite?

And I thought he could hear my words
When I told him goodbye
'Cause I saw how the world has changed
In the blink of an eye

But I don't want to know all that
But I don't want to know it all

Can you sing another song
Let me hear again your voice
Can you send another sign
Can you send it to me
You can climb up to the stars
Mr. Saint Exupery
Can you write another tale
To make him coming back to me

Sorry I have to go

Again so good to talk to you
I know there will be a time
For your pictures in the stairway don't see me cry

You broke the sun
You broke the sun
You broke the sun
You broke the sun

You broke the sun
And painted me a universe called new life
You broke the sun
Are we just standing too close to see the whole bright
				

One word in the cold
Can bedew a part of their closet
We call it the unseen room
Discovered with a breath

I can say we are not alone
They imitate our noises
Of cracking deals and screaming floors
To keep us innocent

They' re knocking at my door
My faith keeps them outside
But non stop are these noises
Of the silence in my head

I've waited for this moment
The hurting season before the tears
So bittersweet is burning
Before it disappears

Silence can tell me where to go
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head
Silence so individual
Can no one hear the voices
From another world

Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber
Or you're aware of places where you've surely never been
Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember
Reflecting databases from a stranger's memory

Then you received a message
of something you have heard
at last in languages of a child.
'Cause only when you listen to
.....wild.. wild... wild...
So bittersweet is burning
So bittersweet is burning
Before it disappears

Silence can tell me where to go
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head
Silence so individual
Can no one hear the voices
From another world

Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen
In a lonely city not unusual
Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day
May could be an angel or a seraphim

They're waiting for this moment
The hurting season before the tears
So bittersweet is burning
Before it disappears

Silence can tell me where to go
A golden hall of ghosts in my head
Silence so individual
Can none hear the voices
From another world
				

I'm still searching, I can't define my religion
On a Sunday April the 21st I will understand that
I've waited to long.

All these little things I try to tell you in a song
In Paris we can meet for the show,
My birthday present you'll now never know.

Sometimes it's hard to explain
These words for the end of the lane.

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a three
Dry my tears wile you sleep.

When your brother died,
Thirty seven days ago
A fail that took a part of you,
You where so afraid then to leave him alone

In dreams you can reach for your hand
You follow the way to the end.

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears...

I'm so alone in this beautiful mind
So anodyne these tears in my eyes,
Initial greatness
And the spirit is gone
Replaced by the burden
In this quite contrived version of what we call life
...but we have to carry on

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears, dry my tears dry my tears

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears while you sleep
				

Like Tim Burton colours
When the eve is coming down
We live in Coppermoon a dreamy little town
Where rusty lamplights longing to replace the day
And trying to enchant the impure on our way

But demons are shining brighter
And (A) swear it's my only moon
I stare in the Visionlighter
A liquid of the sun

In our dreams they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
The other side ...other side.... other side

They say this town belongs to "Green" the Scarecrow Man
A thin illusion with no face and many hands
A skinny spider made of blood and dirt and bones
Injected with a curse inside the pavement stones

The demons are shining brighter
And swear it's my only moon
I stare at the Visionlighter
A liquid of the sun

In a dream they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
The other side ....other side...... other side

And the vision is Morro Jable
Is a portrait of Coppermoon
Now I just have to find a ladder
To climb up to the sun

In our dreams they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
And we try to amend -
These chains of evidence

And still searching for the other side
The other side.... other side..... other side
				

Yesterday we built another bridge
A way to other spaces of (in) the sciences
Where all the seasons we'll try to find
The reason and the merit for the measure of the time

We found a back street of the cemetery
And felt the lie of hagiology
'cause words are not enough for
what we want to say

We have to flee
And many seas
We have to cross
To Abydos

He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
He's the wisdom of the world

If it's God building our street
It's not a way you go by feet

Hyperion sunset
The end is defined
But beautiful poems
Preserving an illusion for
the one and only life in our lie

We have to flee

We have to cross
To Abydos

He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
He's the wisdom of the world
On the wings of the wild
In the arms of a child
Lies the wisdom of the world

He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
Find the wisdom of the world
He's the kind of a man
You describe as a friend
For the wisdom of the world
				

The waves are falling out of the virid sea
And paint me in the sands where no one waits for me
My destiny written from old Father Time
A long time ago between all the lines

I find the desert rose and swim in a crystal sea
I will walk through Wonderland my daddy said to me
Now I swim in a sea of tears and rose a desert heart
And if this is Wonderland it seems too cold for me

Under the rising star
Just too small for the sky above
Asking for what we are - why we're a part of the universe

If we misunderstood
That God made us drifting wood
Then how can we know before we are there

When the angel sings to wake up the light of the day
Then I can hear the world tell me where I have to stay
My destiny is written from old Father Time
A long time ago, between all the lines

And a blind man living deep inside of me
He's afraid to live and not disposed to see
He was paralyzed just by the beauty of life
To keep it in mind he just closed his eyes

Under the rising star
Just too small for the sky above
Asking for what we are - why we're a part of the universe

Under the rising star
Just too small for the sky above
Asking for what we are - why we're a part of the universe

If we misunderstood
That god made us drifting wood
Then how can we know before we are there
				

Out of deep space light-years from home
someday we'll see
they're not alone

They fall from a universe not made for this land
We've lost the only word they do understand
they think we're the aliens invented on Mars

In their science fiction books
they call us - the
planet with the cold and lonely heart

Sail on the river of a starry night
From the Milky Way to another day

I'm waiting out somewhere at the borderline
I don't want to stay - take me far away

They listen "Radio Earth" every night and day
This unspecific art in the words we say
They wander through the tides from a parallel world

And found with decipher codes
The thing we've lost

To send us an invasion of the love

Radio
Earth
Radio Earth

Sail on the river of a starry night
From the Milky Way to another day
I'm waiting out somewhere at the borderline
				

All my life a children's song was lost in helices
The darkness tries to hide me from that place

Can I drain the source of fears and find my energy?
'Cause a dark man is my barricade to a new philosophy

Is there somebody downstairs
In my playground of fears

The candle leads me down to hear this melody again
Where all the ghosts of Disney world will guide me to a land

I'm on my way back to my Abydos

The toys are protecting me from my ancient enemies
And all relics are the gatherings of our faithful family

Keep searching the way
Back to my Abydos
This is so much more
Than any fool had lost

The toys are expecting me in a world of memories

And I fall into the shelter of my fears

Now I'm on my way
Back to my Abydos
There is so much more... we've lost

And the sun is shining
And the world is turning
In another universe I see candles burning
And the sun is shining
And the world is turning
When the sky is a flower field
I can see the morning
I can see the morning
I can see the morning
				

"Once upon a time in the temple of Abydos close to the Valley of Kings a dark alchemist betrayed Osiris, the God of death and rebirth with an ingenious stratagem.
The dark alchemist stole the gift of permanent reincarnation so he could live forever.
Later during the second Punic war, a Byzantine sorcerer damned him
to live forever as a ghost in the wine fields of Kart-hadasht
The only way to flee from this predicament was to find a secret password.
2698 years later a game designer for a global corporate enterprise invented a strategic adventure game based on the myths of these characters.
The FX were praised as the most realistic virtual design ever.
To win, the player also had to find a secret password.
That password: Wildflower sky."
				

And he's a shade in the shelter of the twilight
Alone he lives inside the stone old temple plants
He stores the phials with a truth finding elixir
On his kiblah to a flower of fifth essence
Then he learned to fly

A peripheral feature creature

He's a god in the wine fields of Byzantium
He's a filter among the soulbazaar and Zion
Is reserved in a game board to evolve the PS 5
Before he gains a cutaway of butterflies

Then he learned to fly
A limited edition creature
So you wonder why
With a self-increasing feature is his mind

There's a sign in the sky
And the world open wide
And I want to know
where the wildflowers grow
....These are the days
Learning to fly
You will live forever if you try

Ha ha,
Oui pour vous mes enfants, pour vous mesdames et messieurs.
J'ai le grand honeur j'ai une grande surprise
Le triste clown

While the audience is listening to me
I will suddenly turn into a child again
All the characters allegorized
So we are free to play our cast

Even Samuel comforts your fears
'Cause you can be what you want to be inside
And now everything's coming more clear
In a story extra ordinary

Then he learned to fly
A limited edition creature
So you wonder why
With a peripheral feature in his..
m e m o r y c a r d

There's a sign in the sky
And the world open wide
And I want to know
where the wildflowers grow
....These are the days
Learning to fly
You will live forever if you try

There's a sign in the sky
Under clouds' canopy
And I want to know
where the wildflowers grow
In a garden so high
There are no more goodbyes
Find freedom again
Over wildflower skies
These are the days
Learning to fly
You can live forever if you try
				

The freedom around my father's grave
now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed
and all of my sorrows all my pleas
now buried under machines' roar - it is not a dream

May the laughter of children help us in the end

turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant

that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees
and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East

Now I was 13 months at sea
And it feels like I'm coming home
This port is a well-known place to me
So I kneel down to touch the stone

And for a minute I thought I could understand
That all is one in all
.... here in my Neverland
Then the wind takes it all

Under the sirens of the night
I hear an ancient melody
"Fly" is a boy who sings for the world
And writing an anthem for too many gods

A biological weapon is the virus of hate
Destroys our hope
For freedom we lost the peace
And now it's just a little too late
The free choice for home for religion and faith
Is like I would lie so bizarre
That I'm not afraid

Something inside infecting our innocence
Before all our lies searching for their paradise

Under the sirens of the night I can hear it
I hear an ancient melody
Fly is a boy who sings for the world
and writing an anthem for too many gods

Out there in the fields
I see children play
In a magic light
On a rainy day

And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa
Dancing with a man
From another star
And he brings us hope
Says the little boy
Heal the universe
With a song of joy

I'm afraid of the very end
No one will flee from our Neverland

How can I reach other river coasts
Try to be water then you will learn to flow
Now I'm the king of all orchid dreams
Dreams make us different human beings

Who are you that I'm talking to
Can't you see that everything is in you

I see how the world is going down
you leave with a rainbow in my eyes
I see how the world is going down it's a sad but a beautiful goodbye

while Fly is a boy still sings for the world
writing an anthem for too many gods

Last night I found... the hole in my dreams
I slipped outside and saw nothing's like it seems
You better know this we are not alone and just cats-paw on a string
And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing