So we are, what then? Kings of dreams, we are.
Let the world whisper its judgments, we heed not its scar.
Lost in our own melody, we wander and roam,
Building a kingdom of dreams, a world as our home.
Try to hold us, try to bind,

But the sky, we will claim,
Our own path, our own goal, our own caravan.
With the ink of our will, our story we pen,
You too shall see, there's none like us again.
Though mountains rise, we'll level their plane.
Try to hold us, try to bind,
But the sky, we will claim.
Beyond all measure, our longings now swell,
Like a runaway train, our heartbeats compel.
Try to hold us, try to bind,
But the sky, we will claim.
Try to hold us, try to bind,
But the sky, we will claim.
To touch, to touch this sky,
To touch, to touch this sky.
To touch, to touch this sky,
To touch, to touch this sky.
To touch, to touch this sky,
To touch, to touch this sky.
To touch, to touch this sky,
To touch, to touch this sky, yes.