Morfonica

Even when we’re worried, we’ll hold hands
If we share it with each other, there’s (nothing) to (fear)
It’s so lovely and mysterious
No matter how much your legs have trembled
One (two) three (four)
Take it slow (and keep moving)
We’re waiting for the day at the end of the light

Like it’s dancing, and then, like it’s guiding us
It flaps its wings powerfully, high into the sky
When we join our voices together into one unshaking voice
(Our fate) we can play a song of shining light
(So gentle) Oh, how pleasant the sound