Just for the good of life,

I let love lie to me.

They were silently fragile,

just like they had to be.

My wings carried them away,

put them in a balloon.

my faith had to stay,

when i chased the moon.

If I'll loose my faith,

I;ll choose to sing your lullaby.

I'll chase the stars to the gate.

cause even the moon will die.

Just to let the shadows run,

I let love slip away.

Without a shadow there is no sun,

and nothing left to say.

So my wings brought them back to me,

put them in the ground.

With them the sun returned,

and love turned around.

And I left again,

to chase the moon with my head.

I would be back real soon,

with my heart found instead.

If I'll loose my faith,

I;ll choose to sing your lullaby.

I'll chase the stars to the gate.

cause even the moon will die.

but not, before I die,

but not, before we fly.