Touch the Sun

Sitting in her bed

But inside her head

She can see all the colours of the sun

She travels time and space

To when the world was young

She's taking notes on the run

She sees the faces

And tries to fit the names

Understanding strange moments in the game

She knows if you look back in anger

You will never be free

She's going home and I hear her singing to me

UBANI BENGATHINTHA THINA

(Who can touch us)

SIBAMBA ILANGA NANGEZANDLA

(For we can hold the sun even with our bare hands)

Will I really Touch The Sun?

Will I really be the one?

Fire in the flame that colours in your name

Holding out my hand

Shiny yellow band

Burn away the pain

Dries out the rain

In the darkness she recalls all that was said

And the years she spent looking for love

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Time is not her own, and she feels it in her bones

There's a strange hand tugging at her soul

Closing her eyes she's a young girl dancing free

And she hears an old song as she slides into a dream

UBANI BENGATHINTHA THINA

(Who can touch us)

SIBAMBA ILANGA NANGEZANDLA

(For we can hold the sun even with our bare hands)

Will I really Touch The Sun?

Will I really be the one?

Fire in the flame that colours in your name

Holding out my hand

Shiny yellow band

Burn away the pain

Dries out the rain