Impressions is to last Impressions is the past Colors our path Move us hack by hack There are echoes lost in the valley There are echoes out to sea As they undulate, some diverge and some coincide But where ever they might be, they won't abide So I follow until the timbres are ringing out, o-out Out, o-out, out, o-out, out, o-out Uuu-uuu There are echoes lost in the valley There are echoes out to sea As they undulate, some diverge and some coincide But where ever they might be, they won't abide So I follow until the timbres are ringing out, o-out Out