If floods will come all our lives,
just climb the stairs, let the water rise,
we'll build ourselves up to a towering height.
From the hollow of our hands,
all we've never had:
bright lights,
in our own Versailles,
everything becomes alive:
our own château tonight.
No starless nights for you and me,
we've always seen and dreamed then built what could be,
from the hollow of our hands,
fashion all we've never had.
Tonight- the stars, you and I will shine.