Visionaire

With a solar knife I split the sky and
walk right in between to search the
answers to every "Why?", where I
have seen the unseen. I stole the
colour of night to get out of your
sight. I am the visionaire, follow me
if you dare... I count the stars in my
hands and dream myself strong to
watch them twinkle on my command
as once a year in midwinter songs. I
stole the colour of night to get out
of your sight. I am the visionaire,
follow me if you dare...