Sky High

You’ve only to say good night
Then all these dreams will be yours
Can I turn out the light
And hum your favourite "wee small hours"

The blinds hide an open view

On a city that feels renewed
And I count my age by days 'cause that way
Years go by slower

It felt good to go astray
To find this surprising place

And nothing can soothe me more than to know
Nothing is over

Sky high
Hundreds of storeys
Into the clouds