In hard times
A second lasts an hour
While caged in our towers
We try to make new rhymes

The way
We deviate from reason
No matter what's the season
The root of all the crimes

And all
The things that could be done then
The past is still around when
There's fuel for long nights

These tiny dots
All around your face
Are like little constellations
Floating in the outer space
Shifting all the destinations
In my cosmic interlace