I let go, at the top, of the wind Who mourns, the return, of man Break in the darkest background The veil of all that we have lost They opened and catch all the lights in the sky Crushed them no longer feel their heat Crushed them no longer feel their heat The world turns and blurs They cut right Through our veins fog is our secret They picked up the dust from our soul They opened and catch all the lights in the sky The flowers are rotten I want steep hills To throw myself into oblivion