The stars are dying
Your face and Kauffman-White scheme
These are some logical things
Dust on the ceiling
Blue sun and your hands on me
These are political dreams
I'm begging for peace
I also need justice
Can we pretend it does exist ?
Doesn't affect me
I cling to my family
You sure cling to society
Why don't you care ?
Truths I said were mine
And all you do is carry them
Are you aware ?
Of the things I've done
To love you in silence
Necklace in amber
Tell me the perfect cure
Anechoic chamber
The stars are dying
Dust on the ceiling
Why don't you care ?
Are you aware of my anechoic space ?