I look down from my window. To the island where I'm held. Listen while you're sleeping. Darkness is itself. Tomorrow I'm disappearing. Cause the trees are amplified. Never ending broadcasts. To each I cannot dispair. 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. Are leaving. I feel like I'm floating. Persisting autotune. The never ending gloom. 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