Under this same dark sky
You can find lights shimmering
Under this same old scars
You can find a heart pounding
Still beating itself to dust
Never getting tired of feeling
Suffering for the innocent
Pumping like life is a cursing

I was born with a moon in my eyes
Blue and deep as your gaze
When we decided to cross ways
And you hold me in your arms
And I abandoned myself as a slave

And I built altairs, stairs and a church
Around your hips, closer to your lips
So when angels asked me gently to stop and leave
I just couldn't refuse to ask you for a last-time kiss.