Watching the stars, the sun, the skies,
Watching all of the moon's allies,
Watching this kid climbing up a mountain,
And off the peak he jumps, he flies,
Or maybe he just thought he could,
Poor fool,
Poor fool dies.

"What's got in his head?!","Why, kid?!",
Some other say: "It's not a surprise".
Always gone, talking about another world,
Fairies and mermaids were his alibis!

His father, his mother, his sister,
His brother, his friend, his teacher,
Even his rival cries,
Now, as he cannot win or lose,
Now, where there won't be even ties.

His father says "My son is alive",
He's not. And yet, he still denies.
His mother wants her son back,
She won't have'm back,
No matter how hard she tries.

Now is the time when you can,
Scream at your loved ones, and still,
You Won't get any replies.

Watching the stars, the sun, the skies,
Watching all of the moon's allies,
Watching her climbing up a mountain,
I'm drowning in the blue of her eyes.

She holds my hand and we jump,
With her... there's no room for whys.
Swiftly, she let go... we fly...
No,
She flies.

Beautiful,
Captivating
And dazzling, I'm drowning...
...in the blue of her eyes.

"What's got in your head?!" She did.
"Poor fool",
"Poor fool dies."

Now is the time for no more lies,
Now is the time for some goodbyes,
Now is the time when you can,
Scream as loud as you can,
And still, don't get any replies.