On the island [during] the cyan nights in the bars hugging elven creeps You've told me you'd come and you came Atlantis lit up chariots in the ocean bottom.
Before my eyes they pass, phosphoresce and go.
On the island [during] the cyan nights in the bars the children are looking at you innocently. They ask me where you would come from, I will say nothing to nobody.
Before my eyes they pass, phosphoresce and go.
In the storefronts that make me dizzy, in the screens where the computers type letters you're reflected once again before me Atlantis lit up chariots in the ocean bottom.