Pallour of grey is where I begin,
then the setting sun rushes to colour me in.

There's a little piece of you,
there's a little piece of me that needs to explode.


Like a fallen star in an empty dream in a sacred place for you and me. Like a flower born when the sun is high, so beautiful it makes me cry. Exploding.

Broken is somewhere innocence hides.

Kaleidoscope pictures, a dawn on the rise.
There's a little piece of you,
there's a little piece of me,

there's a little piece of everyone that needs to explode.

Like a fallen star in an empty dream in a sacred place for you and me. Like a flower born when the sun is high, so beautiful it makes me cry. Exploding.