Flying Colours

I was never lost in the dark
I always managed to find my way home
I was never out for the count
I always managed to wake up in time
To wake up in time

When the heavens open
The rain comes down
To wash our faces
And make us clean again

Voices having spoken
Spirits having flown
And the same old faces
Will make us dream again

I was never one bright spark
Though I passed with flying colours
We were always dreamers of sorts
You never left me to fend for myself
To fend for myself

When the heavens open
The rain comes down
To wash our faces
And make us clean again

Voices having spoken
Spirits having flown
And the same old faces
Will make us dream again

When the heavens open
The rain comes down
To wash our faces
And make us clean again

Voices having spoken
Spirits having flown
And the same old faces
Will make us dream again