Some lights shine all through the evening
In the minds it is pictured all clearly
Hoping eyes and idolized humans
Not to lean on the next take in music.
    I don't think I'll ever know
    What has made this feeling show.

Now lets try to collect on the broad desk
And have done the thoughts of the mending
To be clean for the others we love too
Or be into the realness of handshake.
    I don't think I'll ever know
    What has made this feeling go.

Lights shine endlessly of all might.
Lights shine ever on of all might.
Lights shine endlessly of all might.

Could a prayer hoist the hands of reliving?
'No', said tombstones, meaning 'Yes!, giving,'
'I', said the wax, melting down slowly,
'We,' said the oils going up to burn brightly.
    I don't think I'll ever know
    What has made this feeling grow.

Lights shine endlessly of all might.
Lights shine ever on of all might.
Lights shine endlessly of all might.