Close and narrow skynBlack eyes to skate aroundnYou fell on idle timesnYou fell on idle timesnnAs if you saw a ghostnAs white as early breezenDon't tell me that you're lostnDon't tell me that you're lostnnThe traffic stops the moonnIt sets the day ablazenWe'll hit the runway soonnWe'll hit the runway soonnnNew York Times is burningnThe journal catches the rainy step (?)nThe ghost is soaking throughnThe hero hides his own skinnnThe traffic stops the moonnIt sets the day ablazenWe'll hit the runway soonnWe'll hit the runway soonnnNew York Times is burningnThe journal catches the rainy step (?)nThe ghost is soaking throughnThe hero hides his own skin