Beyond the setting sun,
where the moonshine is blinded by the stars,
I'll be sitting like a king on his throne,
I'll wash my feet by the sea, on the shores.

In a land of golden sands,
fragile dreams stand on like castles of stone.
We are built of broken hopes,
miracles make up our lives as we go.

Time shall flow by my whims,
we are the rulers of our own dreams.
Bound by no man, no sin,
we shall lay calm, along the waves on the shore.