We sketched our dreams
Under bespangled twilights.
We hurled crimson lanterns
That lit up vanilla night skies.
We stole nightingale voices
To greet the break of dawn.
We launched paper sailboats
And ignited the morning sun.
We sacked the spring meadow
On the most glorious noons.
We ravaged a thousand lilacs
And looted the fragrant blooms.
We ruled an army of livestock
With golden crowns of hay.
We felt like kings and queens
On those spontaneous days.
Not knowing that our summer
Would end too soon.
Now we're searching for Utopia
Under these city skylines.
While riding restless elevators
And running out of time.
Something we all once had
Quite a lot on our hands.
But we forgot our royal origins
Now our empire is gone.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
We sketched our dreams
Under bespangled twilights.
We hurled crimson lanterns
That lit up vanilla night skies.
We stole nightingale voices
To greet the break of dawn.
We launched paper sailboats
And ignited the morning sun.
We sacked the spring meadow
On the most glorious noons.
We ravaged a thousand lilacs
And looted the fragrant blooms.
We ruled an army of livestock
With golden crowns of hay.
We felt like kings and queens
On those spontaneous days.
Not knowing that our summer
Would end too soon.
Now we're searching for Utopia
Under these city skylines.
While riding restless elevators
And running out of time.
Something we all once had
Quite a lot on our hands.
But we forgot our royal origins
Now our empire is gone.