Is kept in our eyes
Keep blowing and lighting
Because we own the sky

Secrets from the winds
Burnt stars crying

Soft soft or [bad word] 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
 [bad word]  [bad word] now! [bad word]  [bad word] now! [bad word]  [bad word] now? [bad word]  [bad word] now?
 [bad word] from the sky [bad word] from the wind