We Own the Sky
Each shade of blueIs kept in her eyesKeep blowing and lightingBecause we own the sky
Secrets from the windsBurnt stars crying
Soft, soft or cruelCan't we change our minds?We kill what we buildBecause we own the sky
Secrets from the windsBurnt stars cryingSo many moons hereLost wings floating
It's coming, it's coming nowIt's coming, it's coming nowIt's coming, it's coming now