Tears fall with a smile on my face
above the city from this 12-floor place.
A zodiac genius in this life's prime
with an angel flicking his ashes by my side;
this is our time.
Stars shine and wind blows
while sparks ignite between our fingertips
on my first beautiful night.
And we are alive...
here to wake the world up
with an artist's style.
People swarm in such a hurry below.
We see nothing.
We are in reality;
no distraction
satisfaction
and the world beams.
"Wake up world" he says, and looks over at me.
And we're the only people really alive to see...
beyond the lights and ticking clocks
and pockets full of money.
The rooftop is the only way out.
Wake up world...you can't stay there;
always in a rush, living in fear.
step into the sanctuary.