Lighten up the dark avenues with golden glow worms,
Raindrops fill my eyes,
Tears falling, Puddles form.
And with a pocket full of Asprin,
I gather up my every day,
As the target for assassin disappears and blows away.
For you are the beacon in the darkness,
You shine, the shining light at night.

People in the way,
different times that we were playing,
Kept it all inside;
Growing like a big balloon.
As if we lived in different planets,
Of parallels that pull away,
And the breathing apparatus is out of date, and in decay.

Still, you are the Beacon in the darkness.
You shine the shining light at night
And you solve the mysteries of illusion
For you are the puzzle as complete.

Gather up the board games that we played when we were young,
With father, mother, brother, sister, daugter in the sun.

For you are the beacon in the darkness
You shine the shining light at night
And you solve the mysteries of illusion
For you are the puzzle as complete.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Gruffudd Maredudd Bowen Rhys