I look down from my windows
To the island where I'm held
They listen while you're sleeping
And darkness is itself
Tomorrow I'm disappearing
Coz the trees are amplified
The never ending broadcast
To which I do not aspire
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
The pink light that bathed the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rocket's coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving
I'm feel like I'm floating
Processed in autotune
The never ending roll on
To the place of the doomed
Temperature keeps falling
Soon there will be no lights
Just a red glow, glass coffin
Watched by someone through the night
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
The pink light that bathed the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rocket's coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
The pink light that bathed the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rocket's coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving