The things I kind of like The things I want to keep liking The things we said goodbye to Some things cannot be forgotten Tell me things that you don't like The things we have given up Slowly falling away The Things I wanted to disappear Even in times of joy Even in times of suffering It's all up to us The choice is in our hands I don't know where to stop I do not feel any fear So we can do and be anything She falls like a ray Ray of the morning sun She falls like a ray Ray of the dying sun Say goodbye, Mr Pain Farewell to Mrs Summer rain What colour is the rain that Falls on an empty sea? And whose sky is this? The things that stay here The things are left behind And questions without answers Even on sunny days Even depressing mornings It's all up to us The choice is in our hands I don't know where to stop I do not feel any fear So we can do and be anything She falls like a ray Ray of the morning sun She falls like a ray Ray of the dying sun She falls like a ray Ray of the morning sun