Lyrics:

There is a story I cannot tell. But you can hear it in the air. Just close your eyes and you can hear the music singing. a song's beginning. it tells of branches that turn to flowers and mountains that ring with laughter.

And  we're building on our land. We move the rocks with our own hand. We work all day to build our home. And the music is playing the songs of old.

If I told you a story that was true
would you still believe?
And if I shared with you what I feel,
could you even see?
The lights are all on. Is anybody home?
Is what you have not your own?
What you see and feel, is it really real?
 

If I told you you've already won
would you still believe?
When you look up in the sky
are you blinded by the sun?
Everything you want
all that you need
is already there if you could just see it.