Colour of the Sun

Touching down how I climb
 Balancing dreams that he's chosen
 Northern lights on [?]
 Melting stream that was frozen.
 Passing cars with rusted wheels
 The frame in need of a [?]
 Red sky night, that [?]
 Back when the grow was impossibly
 Working tide will come around again
 [?] is waiting in the wind
 For all your world and treasures
 There's nothing to be want
 Nothing left to measure
 It's you and me and the colour of the sun.
 While the child wonders how
 The sky connects to the ocean
 Spinning fast, and that's now
 She's unaware of the motion.
 The wise men and the fools keep taking turns
 Every day more bridges seem to burn
 With all your volts and treasures
 Would you trade them for some fun?
 What's the rise of pleasure?
 Cause you and me, you can [?]
 Watch the particles collide
 And trust the stars up in the sky!
 Sand that's gone, snatched by the storm
 Are the poles really shifting?
 Gypsy rains wash all the planes
 [?] dreams I still drifting.
 The best the times get still somehow be found!
 Even the worst of features will never let you down
 For all your world, the treasures
 For your battles lost in one
 Nothing left to measure
 It's you and me and the colour of the sun.