Strokes of the paint brushing her out
To the countryside
Everlasting haze is cleared as she went out to see the life
She tried to get a closer look to find what we are made of
An expanding sketch, branchings of mind
She heard a colored song
And she's found the courage to sing it loud
But they were deaf in the comfort zone
Strokes of the past dragging us out
To the countryside
Have you found it at last
Fake trophies made of shining city lights
Well we've found the courage to sing it loud
As we stepped out of theour comfort zone
There is no comfort even in the graveyard
Life is moving on
There is no comfort even in the graveyard
Life is moving on
And time is a little maze for us to gaze and
Life is just moving on