Each shade of blue
Is kept in our eyes
Keep blowing and lightning
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 like the wind