Brittle bones try to find their way,
Fight the cloth between the fingers,
Upon the canvas, watch the painter call his painting,
Call the trouble under feet that can't stand still.

Under feet that can't stand still,
Under feet that can't stand still.

Still, she's alone, embracing anything,
Everything was lost in the wreckage,
Grabs a pen, spills her sorrow,
Dancing in the colours of the celebration.

Under feet that can't stand still,
Under feet that can't stand still,
Spill.

The beauty remains,
The beauty,
The beauty.

Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go.

The beauty remains,
The beauty remains,
The beauty remains,
The beauty.

Suffering will fade away.

Beauty will remain.