As I walk these planes of blue and green,
The morning sun warms my face.
The vast oceans blue,
And the wide fields of grass green.
I was told this place was grey and desolate once,
But no longer.
I dip in and out of the surrounding craters,
Heading for the black hole in the center.
The days get shorter,
As the nights get longer.
And every night I'm getting lost,
In your Angel Eyes.