[00:13.690]Linnea walks in half light
[00:16.940]And sees islands of black everywhere
[00:20.530]But the river of sunrays flowing down
[00:24.760]Blinds her eyes with fear
[00:41.920]Linnea leaves no trail
[00:45.300]She treads so lightly on the ground
[00:48.900]On a path that follows the blowing wind
[00:52.530]To where ever the wind is bound
[01:42.100]Linnea is calling out
[01:45.100]To find voices to sing with her own
[01:48.520]But her cry is lost in nowhere land
[01:52.840]And leaves a lonely sound
[02:09.900]Linnea feels she is missing
[02:13.450]Something and someone and some fair place
[02:17.900]Her eyes are telling of coloured dreams
[02:20.650]And the light doesn't reach her face
[02:24.620]The river of light
[02:26.290]Sleeps in your song
[02:28.210]It will burn so wild and strong
[02:31.800]When you end your search for golden suns
[02:35.690]Your eyes have a light of their own