(Verse 1) They said the sky was empty, Just a canvas for the blue — But the Domewrights saw a future In the light that filtered through. They wove the carbon‑feathered struts, A lattice made of gleam, And raised the first great sphere of air Like a lantern from a dream. (Pre‑Chorus) And the sunlight bent around it In a thousand shifting hues — A rainbow‑breathing city Born from nothing but the views. (Chorus) Oh, the Domewrights of the sky, Building heavens drifting high — Where the orchards hang in weightless arcs And the lakes reflect the stars. Every triangle of light Is a promise taking flight — Oh, the day we learned to rise With the Domewrights of the sky. (Verse 2) I climbed the spiral walkway Through the ribs of silver air, And stepped into a garden Floating miles above despair. The wind became a whisper, And the world below grew small — As the dome revealed its colors Like a stained‑glass miracle. (Pre‑Chorus) And the people moved like dancers On the weightless woven floors — Every step a quiet blessing For the cities born to soar. (Chorus) Oh, the Domewrights of the sky, Building heavens drifting high — Where the orchards hang in weightless arcs And the lakes reflect the stars. Every triangle of light Is a promise taking flight — Oh, the day we learned to rise With the Domewrights of the sky. (Bridge) And the domes began to wander On the solar‑painted breeze — Casting rainbows on the oceans And soft shadows on the seas. Then the ocean cities saw them, And they lifted up their eyes — For a second world was forming In the quiet of the skies. (Chorus) Oh, the Domewrights of the sky, Building heavens drifting high — Where the orchards hang in weightless arcs And the lakes reflect the stars. Every triangle of light Is a promise taking flight — Oh, the day we learned to rise With the Domewrights of the sky. (Outro) Now at dusk the domes are glowing Like new constellations born — And the world below remembers How to dream in colored dawn.
