We turn to dark

We feel thin air,

We can survive

When nothing is there.

We built the city

We dig the earth,

Steel and the fire

We find our worth.

We control weather

We like to roam,

All of our days, all of our days.

We control weather

We feel thin air,

We can survive

When nothing is there.

Our days are numbered,

The sun is getting closer to the world.

We turn to dark

We feel thin air,

We can survive

When nothing is there.

We built the city

We dig the earth,

Steel and the fire

We find our worth.

We control weather

We like to roam,

All of our days, all of our days.