Do the nights seem darker?
Have the streetlights dimmed
Or gone out, even?
The blackness, caving in...
Maybe that's just how it's always been
Bloom in me
There must be something more to see
Stars streak through the jubilance
A slowly fading luminance
The ridges build division, and I am out of range
Do the days seem washed out?
A bleak and sun bleached blur?
Swallowed by the drowsy waves
Disappear into the haze
Tell me, is this how it's always been?
Bloom in me
There must be something more to see
Stars streak through the jubilance
A slowly fading luminance
The ridges build division, and I am out of range
Bloom in me
There must be something more to see
Stars streak through the jubilance
A slowly fading luminance
The ridges build division, and I am out of range
Bloom in me
There must be something more to see