In the night of the non-event
I'll ride the yellow and the red
I'll advance as a white bird over your head.
Still have my knees in the dust while stars brush my cheek
The sun has lived half its life
Something is hiding in the texture of time
One two three - I think to myself
What it would be to drown in these distant lights
Dressed in lunar rays
Hope for no change
Last memories
Write my destiny
Dressed in lunar rays
Hope for no change
Last memories
Write my destiny
In these vast plains
There is no rain
No trails are left
Just the yellow and red