Pétur Söebech Quinn

The future is ours— Let the music lead the way. The future is ours— Let the night become the day. Hold on to the motion, Let the rhythm be divine. The future is ours, The future is ours.

Memories of love— Let the music bring us home. Memories of love— Let the story freely roam. Hold on to the motion, Let the rhythm be divine. Memories of love, Memories of love.

Golden threads of time— Let the music weave the soul. Golden threads of time— Let the story be made whole. Hold on to the motion, Let the rhythm be divine. Golden threads of time, Golden threads of time.

The unknown is coming soon— Let the mystery unfold. The unknown is coming soon— Let the story still be told. Hold on to the moment, Let the night become the tune. The unknown is coming soon, The unknown is coming soon.

Rivers of time— Let the music carry me. Rivers of time— Let the future set me free. Hold on to the motion, Let the flow become the flame. Rivers of time, Rivers of time.

Let darkness turn to day Let the colors find their way From the echo to the flame We rise again, we rise again

Let the music melt you down, Lift you up and spin you ’round. Let the rhythm take your crown, Let the music melt you down. Let the night become your guide, Let the pulse stay by your side. Let the music melt you down— Let it melt you down.

Green flowers— Let the broken bloom again. Green flowers— Let the quiet lose its chain. Hold on to the moment, Let the night become the flame. Green flowers, Green flowers.

Echoes of the tide— Let the silence come alive. Echoes of the tide— Let the music gently dive. Hold on to the stillness, Let the water be our guide. Echoes of the tide, Echoes of the tide.

Winter blossoms— Let the rhythm break the ice. Winter blossoms— Let the music feel precise. Hold on to the moment, Let the cold become the flame. Winter blossoms, Winter blossoms.

Northern skies— Let the synths begin to rise. Northern skies— Paint the cosmos in our eyes. Hold on to the silence, Let the music be our guide. Northern skies, Northern skies.

Magical spring summer— Let the colors come alive. Magical spring summer— Let the melodies arrive. Hold on to the wonder, Let the world begin to shine. Magical spring summer, Magical spring summer.

Feel the rhythm— Let it carry you away. Feel the rhythm— Let it dance and let it stay. Hold on to the music, Let it lift you through the day. Feel the rhythm, Feel the rhythm.

Starborn light— Rising from the edge of time. Starborn light— Shining through the grand design. Hold on to the silence, Let the darkness fall behind. Starborn light, Starborn light.

Here comes the day— Breaking through the clouds above. Here comes the day— Lifting every heart with love. Hold on to the moment, Let the shadows fall away. Here comes the day, Here comes the day.

Icy reggae — feel the flame, in the cold we play the game. Icy reggae — hearts collide, in the rhythm we confide. Icy reggae — frozen heat, where the pulse and snowfall meet.

Come, come sweet joy, your heart is made of song. Come, come sweet joy, where angels all belong. Come, come sweet joy, the world begins anew. Come, come sweet joy, and all of us with you.

To the future — we fly, on the wings of the dawn. To the future — we cry, where the brave have gone. To the future — we rise, with our hearts full of flame. To the future — we shine, in love’s sacred name.

Casablanca — you’re still in my mind, like a film that won’t rewind. Casablanca — the stars never fade, in the night that we made.

Seeds of life — they rise and bloom, through every night, through every gloom. Seeds of life — they find their way, through broken ground and yesterday.

We are — I’m there — together, in every breath we sing. We are — I’m there — forever, in every light we bring. We are — I’m there — together, no sorrow can divide. We are — I’m there — together, with truth as our guide.

Together — rise up, like morning from the night. Together — rise up, in harmony and light. Together — rise up, with courage in our song. Together — rise up, where all of us belong.

Night of spring — you’re softly singing, through the hush of every street. Night of spring — the stars are swinging, to a rhythm warm and sweet.

OK — let’s go tonight. We’re moving through the future in a river made of light. OK — let’s go tonight. The rhythm lifts us higher, and the stars are burning bright. OK — let’s go tonight.

Someone — I am there. In the rhythm of your heartbeat, in the cold electric air. Someone — I am there. When the world is breaking open, I will meet you anywhere. Someone — I am there.