Of red clouds and yellow skylines.
We go through the city lights.
Pass through each and every eyes that meet,
and then, we see each other, again in these cold nights.
I sense, our rates in constant beat.
We go through the autumn nights.
Record every hustle, every scene we tussle
I'd like more of that. Remembering as if those were my rights.
I decline down this slope, where in the end is no castle.
We go through memory lane, (my life, my avenue)
we hold them, yes dear, these notes we had for keeps.
I don't tear, I don't wear, these stories (don't tell them anew)
... I encase, I secure. All these things we had for reaps.
In the function that gives motion, I see more and more.
In the vein that can never maim, there's nothing anymore.
Give me red clouds, give me yellow skylines.
The voices of the crowds, the unheard sound of mimes.
The last things I ask for.
- Pao