• When you open your eyes, you see the boulevard.

    The kids are running, from the rain.

    The skies are red, with your sins, and now we all see....

    That the stars are now falling.

    Now we are dead, and nobody to fill the skies is left.

    How do you make this, how do you kill this, this creature we all made, how does it all end.

    The stars do not cry for us, maybe it's time we stopped crying for them.