In the crumbling street

The sunset mirrors a silhouette

The blood-red sky

Stains a warping reality

In a time were one cannot know

What is right and what is important

I do not want things such as wings

For it is enough that I am more foolish than a bird

Rise up on both feet

And embrace the pieces of tomorrow

The types of kindness

Now let us count them

Before sweet despair

Erases bitter hope

If you want to dream all you do is sleep

It isn't that hard

It's not that the sun

Is destroyed in midnight

Behind this planet

It is forever shining

I do not want things such as wings

For it is enough that I am more foolish than a bird

Rise up on both feet

And embrace the pieces of tomorrow

It's not that the sun

Is destroyed in midnight

Behind this planet

It is forever shining