Written By: Antoine Sicotte / Anastasia Friedman
If I could be the image of imagination
I wouldn't be here standing in the rain
If I could see all the colours of the rainbow
As they're fading
Then today wouldn't be so grey
Angel came to my bed
He wiped my tears
Don't be afraid
When I look up into infinity
I believe that you are watching me
Shine like the stars
I believe that you are travelling infinity
Looking down on me
I promised life
Give me the strength to complete what time had tainted
The girl you left behind
Still remembers the softness in his voice
