Lyrics

Chasing hours in a circular climb
Twist the moments, we laugh as they fly
Spinning 'round on an infinite drum
Father Time keeps the beat with his thumb
Father Time keeps the beat with his thumb
Father Time keeps the beat with his thumb
Father Time plays his run
Father Time plays his run
Father Time plays his run
Father Time plays his run
Father Time plays his run
[Chorus]
Melodies (in the bright sun)
Weaving hope with each shimmering strum
Tapestries (under the waxing moon)
In the threads, our dreams become one
Every note's a stroke of bright fun
And our hearts sing as loud as the drums
And our souls in the music, they hum
Twirling colors in the sky so high
Paint the laughter, adrift we fly
Chasing echoes through the wide blue dome
In the dance, we find our way back home
In the dance, we find our way back home
In the dance, we find our way back home