There's beauty in the temporary
Like those fleeting gusts of wind
We sit on top of the red cliff
This fortress from which we dive
Into unknown, into distance, into life
We built this house of sorrow
With our sanguine carving knife
It is bleeding, it is feeling, it is goodbye
She said there's beauty in the temporary
Like those fleeting gusts of wind
We were the artist on the brink of a magnum opus
We were a flicker in the wind
We were a flicker in the wind
We used to sing in colour
We used to beat in time
You were a full moon
You were a monsoon
You were mine
Wherever your hands sway
Whatever your words say
Wherever this angel moves she'll glide
Into unknown, into distance, into life
She said there's beauty in the temporary
Like those fleeting gusts of wind
We were the artist on the brink of a magnum opus
We were a flicker in the wind
We were a flicker in the wind
There's beauty in the temporary
Like those fleeting gusts of wind
We were the artist on the brink of a magnum opus
We were a flicker in the wind
We were a flicker in the wind