Come stand-up and listen
For I will sing
The story of winter
The story of spring
I crawled onto an island made of plastic
Where every life's condemned to be undone
Take me back to where it all once started
Take it all back home to the yellow burning sun
And then I dreamt I fell in love with every heartbeat
I got up on my knees and learned to run
I saw things be born and I saw things be dying
In the haze of the yellow burning sun