Smoke's coming out from factory pipes
Mixes with your breath
Soars skyward
Life full of treasons life full of hypes
Traveling outdoors
Have you seen enough?
People get older
The world's getting better
Days getting shorter
But it doesn't matter
To you
Smoke's coming out of your mouth
Mixes with my breath
Raises me above
Color pencils, blank papers, drafts
Traveling outdoors
Have you sketched enough?
You're getting older
You're getting better
Factory pipes are falling
But it doesn't matter
To me