My son and I close the house,
And we look (at) the rain from the window,
We look (at) the rain from the window.
My son and I close the eyes,
And we're dream a train to run,
A train to run over the wall.
We play a rock, tonight,
And a symphony for us,
So we're free;
And no cry, my son,
If our sea is so far away,
It's so far away, again.
My son and I play with life,
With words and with our face,
With smile of the books on the floor.
And we know the name of the stars,
The secret love of a tree,
(And) the pain of the children in the world.
We play a rock, tonight,
And a symphony for us,
So we're free;
And no cry, my son,
Because the sea now is here,
It's here for you and i.
We play a rock, tonight,
And a symphony for us,
So we're free;
And now you're sleeping with me,
And our fear is so far away,
Like the tears of our old darkness.
