Under blue skies we live unaware   of greater things that lie above.   And every night we engage    systems that make us sleep away.   Our only chance to see a universe displayed for us.    We only look above when we   hear of a day no planes would fly.       And I still try to find a way that I can hope to stay.    And all this has a subtle feel of something    that doesn't need to be here. (x2)      Among these stars all we are,    are simple things breathing in oxygen   and inching towards the day we die.   And they say,    “All innocence is lost the day you know you die.”      Under blue skies!   In distance and darkness,   I still hope to find,    something that I    can't seem to define   in all this empty sky.      Night falls and we all realize,   the sky's not so empty after all.