Rain blurs my bedroom window
As fever blurs my mind
Kids cry aloud as if it’s over already
I’m pretty sure it’s not that late
And best’s yet to come back.
My deathbed tales are gonna revive
Through the lanes of some distant planet
Perhaps a billion years from now.
So we burn, like an unexpected thunder
That steals the stars their scene
Lets everything eclypse, stop to exist
For the only visible light’s just us.
And so we burn.
But sun’s coming up from the clouds
And from the silver peak afar
And gives colour to a newborn rainbow.