I love how the city looks to be an artifact
Just like jewels rested upon a sea of black
On this night and on this hill
Downward those jewels seem to spill
Soft winds crest over the rugged land
And the headlights highlight the dusty sand
How lovely, how the coast is subtly defined
That borderline is one that no one could ever find
Only in the company of good friends
Does one notice that the city never ends
Suddenly a peeking thought sticks out in my head
What if this city is alight because it is already dead
It's quite curious, the thoughts one often acquires
Like that the city is simply embroiled in shining fires
Maybe it's all melting, fading and dimmed
Pushed ever so slightly by the frigid wind
But in spite of these vivid thoughts
We must soon cascade, down and back
For we must return to that city
To those jewels rested upon a sea of black