En morgon i New York City.
When morning comes.
Weary eyes
sirens making its way all over this town
where I don't belong
It wakes me up, I'm high up above
they can't touch me now
the sun is a million miles away
but it's right there, outside my window pane
all the streetlights are fading
heartbeats are all I'm hearing
everything seems to glitter in a way they never did before
and through the crack in the curtains
the sunlight is closing in on my bare skin
and like a flickering candle in a dark room,
our eyes can finally see all the beauty in our shadows,
while we're getting closer to our doom.