Each shade of blue

Is kept in our eyes

Keep blowing and lighting

Because we own the sky

Secrets from the winds

Burnt stars crying

Soft soft or cruel

Can't 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

It's coming, it's coming now!

It's coming, it's coming now!

What's coming? What's coming now?

What's coming? What's coming now?

It's coming from the sky

It's coming from the wind