The Far Heavens

All alone and wasted
In the city are we
So much stuck without a spirit
Nor associated inclinations
Alone in the city
So desperately
All alone, stuck here
And so remote

But these, they are your heavens
Your far and reaching, splendid havens
A thousand skies above the lowly
Such as I

These, they are your heavens
And hourly
They're weighing down upon me
They may be yours alone for now
But how I wish they could be mine
For all your talk

Your dreams of your favourite astral places
I, myself, it seems am ever rooted
In these floors
Their languid processions
Locked in ignorance
That disenfranchised indifference

But these, they are your heavens
Your far and reaching, splendid havens
A thousand skies above the lowly
Such as I

These, they are your heavens
And hourly
They're weighing down upon me
They may be yours alone for now
But how I wish they could be mine

Oh, if I might only rouse myself
Just this once
To join you
To even steal a place upon your flight

But these, they are your heavens
Your far and reaching, splendid havens
A thousand skies above the lowly
Such as I

These, they are your heavens
And hourly
They're weighing down upon me
They may be yours alone for now
But how I wish they'd soon be mine