Stringfire Anthem
Wandering down a winding road of glass
Chasing the colors in the growing grass
Breathing the air from a velvet sky (ahhhh)
Sail away on a silver cloud
Far above the roaring crowd (yeah)
Golden threads are tangled in your hand
Walking across the shifting sand
Watching the world spin round and round (mmm-mmm)
Higher than the birds can soar
Leave behind the kitchen floor
Sail away on a silver cloud
Far above the roaring crowd
(away... away... cloud...)