We are searching the sky and the way
Of the starlight we wouldn?t accept
And we are flying around
And we look very sound
While we?re living in Sunland
All the simplest ideas embrace
With the fingers of shining rays
And I know that [bad word] for me
Yes, [bad word] for me

I hold you and I need you too much
Though I cannot dive into your face
I want you, I need you too much
Like a delicate touch of the rain

Well it is too late to say
That I know we?re [bad word] back
And the flowers of night in your hand
Will please me in [bad word] back is returning of the past
But we know the price of the game
And I know that [bad word] for me
You [bad word] for me

I hold you and I need you too much
Though I cannot dive into your face
I want you, I need you too much
Like a delicate touch of the rain

I hold you and I need you too much
Though I cannot dive into your face
I want you, I need you too much
Like a delicate touch of the rain