the city- -og above my- crav-o-ed i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin' but i can't decide [i can't decide] ‘cause though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated i don't know to phrase it [...know how to phrase it] the city- -og above my- crav-un-un oh, what-a-a- -a-ated crav-un-un the city- -og above my- ☈☇☾☈☇☾☈☇ the city- -a-ated crav-un-un -og above my- the city- -og above my- head-a-a oh, what-a-a- -a-ated crav-un-un the city- ... ‘cause i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky i keep an eye, out i can’t decide, somehow ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated i'm not sure how to say it ‘cause though i crave the constellations the rain, about my head, illuminated i’m not sure how to say it the city- -og above my- ated-a-a oh, what-a-a- -a-ated crav-un-un the city- -og above my- the city- -og above my- ated-a-a oh, what-a-a- -a-ated crav-un-un the city- it's not a- ☈☇☾☈☇☾☈☇ i l l u m i n a t e d . . .

◉ ●⦿ ● ⦿● ◉ i know what the city lights do to the night sky, when no one’s looking but i can’t decide... ‘cause though i crave the constellations, the fog above my head, illuminated... i don't know how to phrase it it’s not a dream and i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky bleed its blacks and blues down into me, like a moon-bleached tapestry and i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky lean... its dappled flank down upon me, like a flawed philosophy ◉ ⦿● ⦿ ◉ ⦿ ●⦿ ◉ ‘cause i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky. i keep an eye, out... i can’t decide, somehow. ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated... i don’t know how to phrase it and though i crave the constellations the rain, about my head, illuminated; i’m not sure how to say it... i don’t know how to phrase it... it’s not a dream... ● ⦿ ◉ ⦿ ● and i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky bleed its blacks and blues down into me, like a moon-bleached tapestry and i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky lean, its dappled flank down upon me... like a flawed philosophy. ◎ ● ⦿ ◉ ⦿ ● ◎

[vee] dddddreeeeeee-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea ♦︎ i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin' (lookin') [lookin'] i can't decide... (-cide) [-cide] {-cide} ‘cause though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, i l l u m i n a t e d . . . [i don't know how to phrase it...] it’s not a- ☀︎ d r e a m ☀︎ i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky bleed... it's blacks and blues, down ( i n t o m e ) like a moon-bleached tapestry y . y . . y . . y . . . y. ♦︎ i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, ♦︎ ‘cause i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky! i keep an eye, out i can’t decide, somehow. ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, [illuminated] i don’t know how to phrase it, i’m not sure how to say it, -ay it, -ay it, -ay it, ay ay [ONE] ay ay [TWO] ayayayay [THREE] ayayayay- [FOUR] ☆☀︎♦︎☀︎☆ [I T ' S N O T A - ] D R EA EA EA EA EA EA E♦︎ E♦︎ ♦︎♦︎ ♦︎♦︎... ... illuminated... illuminated... illuminated... SARA: and that was it, and it was strange.

i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one’s looking, but i can’t decide... ‘cause though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated... i don't know how to phrase it and i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky bleed... and i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky lean... its blacks and blues down into m e , like a moon-bleached t a p e s t r y its dappled flank down upon m e . . . like a flawed p h i l o s o p h y ‘cause i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky... i keep an eye, out. i can’t decide, somehow. ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated... i don’t know how to phrase it 'cause though i crave the constellations the rain about my head, illuminated... i’m not sure how to say it i don’t know how to phrase it... "i t ’ s n o t a d r e a m . . . ?" ♢ ✧ ✦ ✧ ♢

i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one’s looking but i can’t decide ‘cause though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated i’m not sure how to phrase it it’s not a dream... ♢ ♢ ♢ and i want to be everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky bleed her blacks and blues down into me like a moon-bleached tapestry ‘cause though i crave the constellations the rain, about my head, illuminated i don’t know how to phrase it i’m not sure how to say it it’s not a dream... ♢

i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin' i can't decide. though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated i don't know how to phrase it. though i crave the constellations the fog above my head though i crave the constellations, the fog... i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin' i can't decide... though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated i don't know how to phrase it. it's not a dream [dream] and i want to be everything, it's not a dream [dream] and i want to breathe easily, and i want to let the night sky bleed. her blacks and blues down into me [i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin'] like a moon-bleached [i can't decide] tapestry her blacks and blues down into me [‘cause though i crave the constellations, the fog above my head.. illuminated] like a moon-bleached [how to phrase it?] tapestry it's not a dream... the night sky, lean- it's not a dream... [her blacks and blues down] the night sky, bleed. and i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky i keep an eye, out i can’t decide, somehow, ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated i’m not sure how to say it i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin' i can't decide ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated i’m not sure how to say it it's not a dream... ☀︎

i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one's lookin' but i can't decide ✧✦✧✦✧ ‘cause though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated i’m not sure how to phrase it it’s not a dream i want to see everything and i want to breathe easily and i want to let the night sky bleed ‘cause i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky i keep an eye, out i can’t decide, somehow ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated i don’t know how to phrase it ‘cause though i crave the constellations the rain, about my head, illuminated i’m not sure how to say it i don’t know how to phrase it ✧✦✧✦✧

[humming] i know what the city lights do to the night sky when no one’s looking... but i can’t decide. ‘cause though i crave the constellations the fog above my head, illuminated... i don't know how to phrase it it’s not a dream. and i want to be, everything and i want to breathe, easily and i want to let the night sky bleed... her blacks and blues down into me, like a moon-bleached tapestry and i want to be, everything and i want to breathe, easily and i want to let the night sky lean... her dappled flank down upon me, like a flawed philosophy ‘cause i’ve seen what the city lights do to the night sky. i keep an eye, out... i can’t decide, somehow. ‘cause though i crave the constellations glass towers above my head, illuminated... i don’t know how to say it and though i crave the constellations the rain, about my head, illuminated... i don’t know how to phrase it i’m not sure how to say it it’s not a dream...