Sitting in her bed But inside her head She can see all the colours of the sun She travels time and space To when the world was young She's taking notes on the run She sees the faces And tries to fit the names Understanding strange moments in the game She knows if you look back in anger You will never be free She's going home and I hear her singing to me UBANI BENGATHINTHA THINA (Who can touch us) SIBAMBA ILANGA NANGEZANDLA (For we can hold the sun even with our bare hands) Will I really Touch The Sun? Will I really be the one? Fire in the flame that colours in your name Holding out my hand Shiny yellow band Burn away the pain Dries out the rain In the darkness she recalls all that was said And the years she spent looking for love > > > Time is not her own, and she feels it in her bones There's a strange hand tugging at her soul Closing her eyes she's a young girl dancing free And she hears an old song as she slides into a dream UBANI BENGATHINTHA THINA (Who can touch us) SIBAMBA ILANGA NANGEZANDLA (For we can hold the sun even with our bare hands) Will I really Touch The Sun? Will I really be the one? Fire in the flame that colours in your name Holding out my hand Shiny yellow band Burn away the pain Dries out the rain