To the left
The fading daylight
I turn my head
Look at the stars shining down from a vault that´s painted black
And I wish you could see that
The sun is dead
A full moon rising
Look to the west
A touch of gold
Sprinkled all across the dusk horizon
And I wish you could see that
And what you said
Still resonating
In my head
Ever since
I look at all the stars
That shine down faintlyfrom a vault that´s painted black
From a vault that´s painted black