Each shade of blue Is kept in our eyes Keep blowing and lighting Because we own the sky Secrets from the winds Burnt stars crying Soft, soft or cruel Can't we change our minds? We kill what we build Because we own the sky Secrets from the winds Burnt stars crying So many moons here Lost wings floating It's coming, it's coming now! It's coming, it's coming now! What's coming? What's coming now? What's coming? What's coming now? It's coming from the sky It's coming from the wind