Read Time:26 Second
Each shade of blue
Is kept in our eyes
Keep blowing and lightning
Because we own the sky
Secrets from the winds
Burnt stars crying
Soft, soft or cruel
Cant we change our minds?
We kill what we build
Because we own the sky
Secrets from the winds
Burnt stars crying
So many moons here
Lost wings floating
Its coming, its coming now!
Its coming, its coming now!
Whats coming? Whats coming now?
Whats coming? Whats coming now?
Its coming from the sky
Its coming like the wind