Close and narrow sky
Black eyes to skate around
You fell on idle times
You fell on idle times
As if you saw a ghost
As white as early breeze
Don't tell me that you're lost
Don't tell me that you're lost
The traffic stops the moon
It sets the day ablaze
We'll hit the runway soon
We'll hit the runway soon
New York Times is burning
The journal catches the rainy step (?)
The ghost is soaking through
The hero hides his own skin
The traffic stops the moon
It sets the day ablaze
We'll hit the runway soon
We'll hit the runway soon
New York Times is burning
The journal catches the rainy step (?)
The ghost is soaking through
The hero hides his own skin