This is it? Just a green light

How much can you regret?

Composure of your nights

Exposure of your eyes

Will dream on plains....

Breathe the skies for free time

Their coming to shut this down

Breathe the skies for free time...

And then you'll break it down

This sound has to the coldest sound

Blue making (making) grey aching

Stars shaking out for you

Hollows down to the next time

For a left up train stop

Breathe the skies for free time

Their coming to shut this down

Breathe the skies for free time