Close your eyes and look at the sun,
this gun doesn't tell truths
Feel the pulsing waves,
grinding on your skin.
Listen to your heart
dancing to the rhythm or your soul.
Take me to the stairs,
I won't hesitate.
Climb up with the stars,
while I waltz with the moon
This heart grows weary,
as the weary grow headstrong.
I will follow the train
take me to the white city.


