Can the world stop spinning for a second?
For once, can I spend a full day with the moon?
The streets decorated by frozen people,
Emotion stolen from features that were starting to prune.

For every birthday candle that went bare of wishes,
I think now I've found something I'm so adamant to have,
A place where nothingness can echo all around,
And all tomorrow's thoughts can be left as rough drafts.

If only for the night, can I have the world to myself,
To draw the patterns of my dreams across the clouds,
Then when time rains, flooding the whole sky,
Maybe they will be set into motion as we reach reality's whereabouts.