I Hope Your World Is Kind

These rooftops all silent
The lone light of Foxen
My remains wide open
Before the still waters

A moment to admire
The sleeping with no memory
We're writers, all of us
Deep in the world's listening

Every night I see
The once upon a time life greeting me
But you can't buy me back with a memory
With your brazen summer sun

Every night I sound
My low: I hope your world is kind
Over the scape that fills the night
Something fair sleeps in your world

The rooftops, all sleeping
Underneath them brittle little man-things
Unveiled clowns, false kings
Every moment; the world in writing

The horizon in blazing
As another library burns down
Soon the morning comes and into my heart's night
Infinity enters

Every night I see
The once upon a time life greeting me
But you can't buy me back with a memory
With your brazen summer sun

Every night I sound
My low: I hope your world is kind
Over the scape that fills the night
Something fair sleeps in your world

Auri in the night
Sighs: I hope your world is kind
As the dawn comes, and by her side
He sits down and starts to play

Every night I sound
My low I hope your world is kind
Over the scape that fills the night
Something fair sleeps in your world