[singer A] Snow whispers secrets on the ground A silent hymn No voice No sound Dreams unravel Threads of gold Stories told But never old [melodic interlude] [singer B] How much would it take to make you change your mind How many zeros and how many cries We think we own the world That we are on top It's only an illusion that will stop [singer A] Oh Émile Your words still sing Like frozen bells in early spring Oh Émile The stars still cry For the poet who kissed the sky [transition] [singer B] Glory is illusory We think we own the world But it's just an illusion A beautiful mirage [singer A] Lanterns flicker Pale and frail On streets that hum a wistful tale The river weeps The city sighs Under the gaze of endless skies [instrumental] [singer B] We just need to lose everything And we realize how small we are It's hard to face our illusions We are not that big We are not that great [singer A] Quills may falter Ink may dry But echoes linger They never die A fragile soul A blazing spark A lighthouse burning in the dark [singer B] Glory is illusory We think we own the world But it's just an illusion A beautiful mirage
