When our bodies finally go

This rainy city

All our days were a sun-drenched haze

These kids

Mixed drinks & techno beats

There's gold falling from the ceiling of this world

Where the buildings scrape the sky

The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row

We'll search the sky like children do

Peel the freckles from our skin

Amongst the pretty

Tell me stories of the sea

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Paint the sky grey

Our wintery grave

Above us, only sky