Close and narrow sky   Black eyes to skate around   You fell on idle times   You fell on idle times      As if you saw a ghost   As white as early breeze   Don't tell me that you're lost   Don't tell me that you're lost      The traffic stops the moon   It sets the day ablaze   We'll hit the runway soon   We'll hit the runway soon      New York Times is burning   The journal catches the rainy step (?)   The ghost is soaking through   The hero hides his own skin      The traffic stops the moon   It sets the day ablaze   We'll hit the runway soon   We'll hit the runway soon      New York Times is burning   The journal catches the rainy step (?)   The ghost is soaking through   The hero hides his own skin