Panic open string, power grids blackout Birds all fly in numbers down to the ground Reassure the blades of green, green grass Seasons still asleep more or less Wind is gearing up for a reckless ride Leaning accidental on natures side Propeller power fields, solar panel sides Lightning bolts connect, its with you i will go I close my eyes and the seasons pass Above the cityscape, the city out of reach Way beyond our lives, up into the sky, far below the green My dreams are all blue, so is my heart Light up screens of you, if you could only see Times dreams escape, late into the night When the stars align reminds me of you Words will lose their fear And i will find their truth Church bells in the hills they will ring and ring Oceans to the coast will cling to their host The sun will split in two , sink thru an empty sky Its where well go when we Leave this place and die
green, season, gearing, propeller, cityscape