On the roads made of ice We are moving in disguise With pockets open wide We are no longer tied We can never go home Always being on the run Northern winds will carry us With the stones and the dust
We are the rocks And we are the sand We are the ghosts Of the neverland We are the church And we are the myth We are the torch And we are the rhythm We are the rhythm We are the rhythm
By the valleys, by the hills By the bogs and the fields Down, down, far away We can no longer stay We can never go home Always being on the run Northern winds will carry us With the stones and the dust
We are the rocks And we are the sand We are the ghosts Of the neverland We are the church And we are the myth We are the torch And we are the rhythm We are the rhythm We are the rhythm