What, then, will it be our Ciel Ouvert to see while handling my crayon it paints all on its own
See me - being bigger than me riding on the peak degree I'll invent the firmament a new for you
They're getting straight up to the peak 'cause daylight's short, too short for the weak They love the daylight and die with the night whole creativity depends on the light
How high, then could we fly if money sets the genius free the roof is smashed - a step ahead perfection might get thinkable
Now light my spirit beyond a roof of glass 'cause it's to me - 'cause it's to me - Smash all the ceilings and smash all the walls 'cause it's to me - Ciel Ouvert
How far, then, could we try encouraged by a clear blue sky while handling my crayon it paints all on its own
