I hang to your words like I’m hanging of a plane
High above the city.
The clouds, they shift and swirl, to make images of us
High above the city.
The doves and swans soar along to signify what I lack
High above the city.
The sun shifts and the rain falls
High above the city.
People fall in love on terraces while they sing and dance
High above the city.
I dare look to the thousands of light...
