Amazing

The world is a bucket of technicolour paint

You are the blues, the colours of depth, and I am the yellows bright

We paint the world wherever we go

We're painters, skillful painters.

The ink that flows in the pen never ends

Because imagination has no end, it knows no limits nor bounds

We write what we see, than of what we know

We're chroniclers, travelling chroniclers. 

Maybe it be the sea and the crashing waves

Like how the water pounds on the rocks in a mystic mantra forever

Something about it is amazing

Just like we're amazing, amazing. 

Be it colour, be it black and white

There is something about the two of us, we are amazing, we are amazing

We shed light wherever we go

We are amazing, so amazing.