Song Description

We're building around us bruises on the face of our planet. Why do I find them so attractive?

Lyrics

Sunset stains the tall windows down the street, evening born on the side of a building
Eyes pan the city's backdrop, ethereal pastel skies scarred by cranes blinking red

Factories breathe thick, slow smoke
The wind pummels it into shapes
(A still yet busy place)

The sky's soft color drips into saturated blue and the city powers up
Intersections illustrated by red and orange, green and white while dumb yellow chases a gray street...

...Alongside it on light poles and racing furiously over it on cars
Light and color and control
A still yet busy place
A footprint of metropolis crushing the life of Earth
Sad how it's become so beautiful.