i look down from my window to the island where i m held they listen while you re sleeping and darkness is itself tomorrow i m disappearing cause 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 rockets coming and the cherry trees of pyongyang i m leaving i feel like i m floating processed in auto tune the never ending roll on to the palace 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 and 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 rockets coming and the cherry trees of pyongyang i m leaving there will be no light someone through the night someone through the night kid the mausoleum s fallen and the perfect avenues will seem empty without you and 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 rockets coming and the cherry trees of pyongyang i m leaving  compliance is over reality is fables fables ensuring humour time s child ask still seoul9