Texty: Burns Out Bright. Distance And Darkness. Crowded Streets, Empty Skies.

Under blue skies we live unaware
of greater things that lie above
and every night we engage
systems that make us sleep away
our only chance to see a universe displayed for us
we only look above when we hear of a day no planes would fly
and i still try to find a way
that i can hope to stay
and all this has a subtle feel of something that doesn't need to be here
among these stars all we are
simple things breathing in oxygen
and inching towards the day we die
they say all innocence is lost the day you know you die
under blue skies
in distance and darkness
i still hope to find
something that i can't seem to define
in all this empty sky
night falls
and we all realize the sky's not so empty after all