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