The city of skies

I hear the stars flashing 

as we see them across the sky,

would be weird if I tell you 

they sound like nothing but just cars passing by 

while you stand in the middle of the road 

and feel it on your skin 

We live to die someday 

hoping to meet the stars

but they're nothing just a bunch of honking cars

We're just afraid to live in this city of skies

so we look up and think it's heaven upon us watching by

I hope there was somebody 

somebody who wont make us cry 

but we live by it 

hoping everyday for the sun to rise