Each shade of blue. Is kept in our eyes. Keep blowing and lighting. 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 ? What's coming now? It's coming from the sky.