I built you a tower, a tower to the sun,
Come away, we'll go, together, we'll run.
Made of mirrors and reflecting glass,
We leave behind a dismal past.
The cities becoming specks, atomic,
The suns soft whisper is a goddess, iconic.
As we rise above the stars,
I feel divine, void of scars.
I touch the sun, it's warmth embracing,
I feel your heart, it's savage, racing.
A world below, so madly writhed,
We become one with this light, saying goodbye.