The wind brushed past my terrace
City lights, bloomed into a Polaris
Stylistic expression allured my eye
For our city's beauty could not hide
Beyond the presence of our vie
Lies lead us to open pride
Old architecture lay anew
Upon the veil of our closed view
The cigarette my mouth held
Fell down an endless abyss
Thats depth seemed unparalleled
Although the city provided bliss

But I couldn't see the skyline
Was the skyline ever there
or did I just imagine it
Now reality shone through

Bliss lost its flavor
Depth was shallow
The abyss had ended
My cigarette had started a fire
I could see, but was it real?
New architecture lost its polish
Pride was only an illusion
Our vie lead to hatred
There was no beauty hidden within
My eyes wouldn't close
The lights turned off
And the wind brushed past my terrace