Waking up to a fevered cup of coffee, yesterday's echoes still fill the room softly
The radio tells of today's sky blue, but afternoon clouds hinting rain's due
The city sheds its silence, so true
Tower standing tall, our dreams are untouchable, can't fall
Make an old photo to fly as a paper plane to the sky
And the city's hum returns, reaching high
In the parking lot, just one car stays
A cat in the shade, watching in a daze
Everyone moves forward in a monotone gaze
While I alone, find my ways
Tower standing tall, our dreams are unreachable, can't fall
Make an old photo to fly as a paper plane to the sky
And the city's hum returns, reaching high
Sweat flows under the fireworks' bloom
Cicadas sing of days' passing tune
At the crossroad, no one's in sight, ah
At the crossroad, no one's insight
Tower standing tall, our dreams are untouchable, can't fall
Make an old photo to fly as a paper plane to the sky
And the city's hum returns, reaching high
Make an old photo to fly as a paper plane to the sky
And the city's hum returns, reaching higher
With a cold cup of coffee in hand