Lost in the moment The smoke surrounds them In the city there's nobody Only burnt wood smell Soft, Muted colors Warm, dry air They stand like they were killers On every street to stare Go, dream on, leftovers Feels like four-leaf clovers Do Blind People See Things in Their Dreams? Will ashes get colder? Love in the nightfall Two hearts that never melt They are waiting in the twilight For the fire to brighten them When the moon turns indigo When the dark turns off the heat The wind sings a cappella Whose voice was faint and sweet Go, dream on, leftovers Feels like four-leaf clovers Do Blind People See Things in Their Dreams? Will ashes get colder?