Andante, andante, 
Bringer of the day...
I followed your footsteps
Wayward of the icy wastes, 
through the frozen forests, 
to meet at the mirror lake. 

I said, 
"Your sound is sweet release. 
A smile on your face is all I need to see.
You know I aim to please; 
you're the only one for me."  

Andante, andante, 
Bringer of the day...
South along the sunken shore, 
sailing past the isles of glass 
erupting from the sea floor; 
reminders of a time no more. 

And she said, 
"Are you really so sure?  
Ethereal allure, 
your thoughts I obscure. 
My heart was inured, 
You will not find a cure." 

Andante, andante, 
Bringer of the day...
So color me entranced, 
Through my dreams you dance, 
across emerald meadows, 
your dress dyed by a rainbow. 

And I said, 
"It's too late now, 
can't go back to life 
inside a flashback. 
I'm building us a bonfire 
from a feeling you inspired. 
You are the one I admire."  

Andante, andante, 
Bringer of the day...
Now we can chase the moon, 
soar across those silent summits 
all with wings you wrought 
from these lonesome thoughts.