Out in the streets where the beat don't fade

Hands outstretched like a wild parade

Lift your neighbor when the clouds roll in

Together we fly let the magic begin.

Late nights the clock is slow not ticking right

A faded picture in the golden light

Your laugh still echoes in this hollow hall

Sweet love won't bury memories at all.

There’s a cry in the wind and it’s calling us loud

From the depths of the earth to the top of the clouds

Every voice like a thread in the fabric we weave

In harmony we'll fix the world if we believe.

The sun drops liquid through the sky's crack

Purple haze whispers

No turning back

The wind plays tricks

The grass it sneaks

Summer beats thunder till the earth speaks.

Day begins the way it goes

With broken clocks and borrowed clothes

The sun pretends it's on my side

But shadows tell me lies won't hide.

Under the cloak of the starry night

Where shadows dance out of sight

The moon whispers secrets in disguise

Through fractured dreams and velvet skies.

I've been travelin’ down a winding lane,

Through sunshine, laughter, and a little rain.

The signs aren't clear, but I feel the beat,

The rhythm of your heart pulls me off my feet.

Dream Ways by Pétur Söebech Quinn

Beneath the quiet canopy, whispers start to form, A secret language carried on winds both wild and warm. Every leaf a little poet, with verses to be perceived— In every rustle of the leaves, a story is conceived.

I'm a spark in the dark of the city's glow

With a pocket of wishes I’ll never let go

Skies hum melodies only I can hear

Dancing to the rhythm of a world unclear.