This is it? Just a green light How much can you regret? Composure of your nights Exposure of your eyes Will dream on plains Breathe the skies for free time Their coming to shut this down Breathe the skies for free time And then you'll break it down This sound has to the coldest sound Blue making (making) grey aching Stars shaking out for you Hollows down to the next time For a left up train stop Breathe the skies for free time Their coming to shut this down Breathe the skies for free time