You could be the colors of my dreams
You could be the silence of my fears
You could take the cover of a lover and be what you want to see
You could be my visions and my lights
You could be the mornings to my nights
You could be the mountain and the goddess and the father and the beast
Breathe, dream
Breathe, dream
Breathe, dream
Breathe, dream
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
I can't make it perfect
I can only make it possible
I can't move it backward
I can only make it possible
Breathe, dream
Breathe, dream
Breathe, dream
Breathe, dream
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
But you keep moving, and you keep pushing
♪
You were the twilight
You were my air sign
You were the sunset
And the dawn (of my new world)