Which once begun
Cannot be stopped;
Where every rise of the morning sun
Is a wishing well, in the coin is dropped;
A place, a time,
A moment captured
Where the limit's beyond the sky;
Where every night by the moon enraptured,
We give imagination the wings to fly.
Which once begun
Cannot be stopped;
Where every rise of the morning sun
Is a wishing well, in the coin is dropped;
A place, a time,
A moment captured
Where the limit's beyond the sky;
Where every night by the moon enraptured,
We give imagination the wings to fly.