Dear wasted old life,

I’m gonna let you go,

‘Cause when we walk through this night,

You cast an empty soul.

Dear wasted old life,

Go, now, go,

Cos when I listen to the night,

It sings aurora.

Beyond what we see,

Are words in universe,

A song played out in lightyears,

A cymbal clash of stars,

A dimension for a void heart,

Heard in the chords of massless past,

Harmonised in future sunsets.