I live at the edge of my city A spot of fading green in the corner A world within a world, and getting smaller Of blue swords dividing the land And people in the cracks A stranger to paradise Stranger than paradise.
Everyday the mirror of the sun Is who we are We, who used to ache with silence, Now speak with the same. Our conversations with voices across the river Our love Just a passing of the seasons.
Here I fought a blue beast That brought me the gift of fear. Here I lived a yellow night That left you in my veins.
Again I break from my shell As clouds break over the dawn And I rise And I wait For the music to come.