@migu music@

Here struck between this heaven blue,

this emerald green.

Life takes on so easy.

And here our eyes shine bright,

and our smiles are free.

And this golden light, if fits us like a crown.

And one could almost forget,

that somewhere over there.

There's the grey city lights,

the grey city lights.

We've left behind.

There, in this withered town,

struck between the ceiling and the ground,

days bleed so listlessly.

And all faces down,

one by one we drag

our heavy loads around.

And one could almost forget,

that somewhere over there.

There's the heaven blue skies,

the ruby red sunrise.

We've left behind.

And one could almost forget,

that somewhere over there.

There's the grey city lights,

the grey city lights.

There's the grey city lights,

the grey city lights.

We've left behind.