So many different suns
Everything all of the time
A million candles burning
We can't rewind, we've gone too far
It sounds like a whisper
The wind began to howl
Obá–obá–obá
Everyone's feelin' pretty / It's hotter than July
This land was made for you and me
I don’t care about your past
You break me down, you build me up
I'm stepping through the door
