Glass towers reflect my dreams
The glow of their sight stirs fantasies
As morn desires mine shame to thee's
Sunlight on a naked face on a balcony
Lost in a world of silver beams
The lonely and shy converse through eyes
True selves come to life beneath moon's gleam
Asking
"please
Let's hide"
Underneath a blanket of stars
Alike to shadows lying on the earth
The cover of skies cloaks ones' parts
Those in their heads from their birth
Up above
A higher home we love
As below
The apathy that took a rest all these nights
Returned the morn to us
In our dreams
We'd all reside there
In a city view hidden to the few
With spirits less damaged at no obvious hour of hues
Not limited in how they could have fun
No dismissiveness established at the sight of the sun
Afraid of themselves
Must have their homeland miles below the land
Still yet close enough to rise up
Messiah in hand
With exception to when nights
'comes a friend
Up above
A higher homeland that shuts its eyes
In the daylight to conjure a new sense of bounds at dusk
In our dreams
We'd all reside there
Up above
She drifted
Up above
Her limbs stretched
Up above
Her light sent
Through apertures of mine for the first time
Up above
Her warmth brought to humankind also known as
As me
Her nighttime kin
Her sun-safety
Her glow of the gods turned into
(Our glow) [as Melancholia's on the rise]
[Sunglow
Let's all let it in]
[Fourth of us solely for what it is]