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)