Well it looks like the love we lost
But it feels like the one we found
It's clouds painted on the inside of our lungs
It's like water coming out of the ground
Because the trees were shaking in the valley
With a wind that shook us in our sleep
In a dream we watched our children walk
Into a river running wide and deep
So stir up the dust and light up the dark
With the fire in our minds
And with our two hands we will build it again