Some people have a passion
   for coloured stones in the sand
   they pick them up and touch them
   hold them a long time in their hand
  
   Hold them a long time against the sunlight
   can't see nothing else around
   and in the end they stand convinced
   That it's a treasure what they found
  
   Try to explain something that you don't see
   Try to touch somebody you don't feel
  
   Some people put up mirrors
   got to check up on that face
   they watch them every second
   and feel they have more space
  
   They put up cameras and lights
   feel safer with a gun
   and in the end they 're convinced
   that they are on the run
  
   Some people just play music
   they write page after page
   and with a couple of rehearsals
   they play it on the stage
  
   They try to give a message,
   they 're never in the wrong
   and in the end they 'll be convinced
   the world has changed just from their song