These rooftops all silent The lone light of Foxen My remains wide open Before the still waters A moment to admire The sleeping with no memory We're writers, all of us Deep in the world's listening Every night I see The once upon a time life greeting me But you can't buy me back with a memory With your brazen summer sun Every night I sound My low: I hope your world is kind Over the scape that fills the night Something fair sleeps in your world The rooftops, all sleeping Underneath them brittle little man-things Unveiled clowns, false kings Every moment; the world in writing The horizon in blazing As another library burns down Soon the morning comes and into my heart's night Infinity enters Every night I see The once upon a time life greeting me But you can't buy me back with a memory With your brazen summer sun Every night I sound My low: I hope your world is kind Over the scape that fills the night Something fair sleeps in your world Auri in the night Sighs: I hope your world is kind As the dawn comes, and by her side He sits down and starts to play Every night I sound My low I hope your world is kind Over the scape that fills the night Something fair sleeps in your world