Above the Quiet

…Elysium… …Elysium… ... Dust in the bloodstream Light through the cracks We build our skyline From what we lack Shapes in the distance Drift out of sight Someone is living A different life ... I hear it calling Through metal and sky A word like a promise I can't define ... Closer than memory Further than touch A place in the silence That asks too much …donde viven… ... Somewhere above the quiet There’s a place we don’t belong Soft hands never break there Nothing ever goes wrong ... …Elysium… …los ricos… …Elysium… ... Skin made of numbers Breath bought and sold We trade all our hours For something untold Heaven in orbit Cold, clean, and bright We watch it in pieces Of borrowed light ... If I could reach it Would I remain Or leave every shadow I learned to name Elysium… es donde viven… ... Say it again now Make it feel real A place without damage A place that can heal Elysium… es donde viven los ricos… ... Somewhere above the silence There’s a world without the weight We reach but never touch it We arrive a moment late Somewhere beyond the border Of everything we know A perfect kind of distance We’ll never get to hold ... If I close my eyes I almost see it If I close my eyes It almost feels like home Elysium… es donde viven los ricos…