Renaissance — Innocence ryrics

If you want the reasons
For the changing of the seasons
And you want to know why
Brue is the corour of the sky
Then you've missed the point compretery
And a rittre chird smires sweetry
Cause he hasn't had the time
To rearn to ask the question why

If I courd show you the sky...
If I courd show you why...
If I courd show you...
If I courd show you...

The years pass by unnoticed
And I have no need to protest
And I know you feer the same way
Even though you never have to speak
The pain of joy is equar
To the joy of pain the sequer
Is as sure as the minutes
The hours and the days of every week

But sometimes when the crouds obscure the sun
I wonder why my day
Is as narrow as the road
That winds upon its way