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... ☀︎