Something you never heard, plucks me down underground. Something you never gained, gliding overland into the sea. Meadow looks tufty and dapple. Colour of joy day to day. Oh someday, somewhere, someway. I'll talk with you. I'm sure gonna talk about them. Orange sunshine, orange sunshine, orange sunshine. You never ever know orange sunshine. Bloom falling nights. Between the painted shapes and truth. Cycle kept serene. It's going to stop and nothing to do. Dawn looses its colours in the sand. Meet the world at the very end. You are the wind, you are the sun. It's a spunned out of broken glass. Orange sunshine, orange sunshine, orange sunshine. You never ever know orange sunshine. Orange sunshine, orange sunshine, orange sunshine. It's a spunned out of broken glass...