Standing on a roof
Looking out on Los Angeles
You and I on top of the world
While the moon ate the center of the sun
Threw the city of light
Into shadows
All eyes cast up
Shaded by hands
Or looking through dusky lens
Primal memories
Of the muscle and mind
Like ancient slumbering beast
Awakening
Small panic in the soul
Will the sun come back?
To light up your eyes again
Will the sun come back?
To bring light to the world again
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