As the sun was set
And the pieces of light touch your hair
Perfect love come softly
If at all, at all
City once full of people
Desolate, is desolate
We look back in
To the ruins where we played
At least we were together
Holding hands
Flying through the sky
Sky
Touch your hand
You touch the back of my neck
So many empty nights
Just waiting for this, for this
Stand there
All heading downsteam
On steady islands
We hear nothing, nothing
