Pyongyang

I look down from my window To the island where I'm held Listen while you're sleeping Darkness is itself Tomorrow I am disappearing Cause the trees are amplified Never ending broadcasts To which I do not despite Kid the mausoleum's fallen And the perfect avenues Will seem empty without you And the pink light that bathes the great leaders is fading By the time your sun is rising there Out here it's turning blue The silver rockets coming And the cherry trees of Pyongyang I'm leaving I feel like I'm floating Persisting autotune but never ending roll on To the palace of the doom The temperature keeps falling Soon there will be no lights Just a red glow of glass coffins Watched by someone through the night Kid the mausoleum's fallen And the perfect avenues Will seem empty without you And the pink light that bathes the great leaders Is fading By the time your sun is rising there Out here it's turning blue The silver rockets coming And the cherry trees of Pyongyang I'm leaving Soon there will be no light, someone through the night Kid the mausoleum's fallen And the perfect avenues Will seem empty without you And the pink light that bathes the great leaders Is fading By the time your sun is rising there Out here it's turning blue The silver rockets coming And the cherry trees of Pyongyang But I'm leaving