| A thousand points of light | |
| Are flowing through the streets | |
| Painting streaks and streams | |
| Of light upon our feet | |
| You cannot take a single step | |
| Without these colors covering our cheeks | |
| And all these fading dreams | |
| Are coral in the trees | |
| The slumber town is smoked | |
| The capital's on fire | |
| The slumber town is smoked | |
| The capital's on fire | |
| We cannot take a single step | |
| Without these ashes covering our feet | |
| And all these failing dreams | |
| Are burning in the streets | |
| So take the hand that guides your shoulder | |
| And walk into the wall | |
| All this town is underwater | |
| Are hearts are finally thawed |