Weather - Other Lives

We turn to dark

We feel thin air

We can survive

When nothing is there

We built the city

We dig the Earth

Steel and the fire

We find our worth

We control weather

We like to roam

All of our days, all of our days

We control weather

We feel thin air

We can survive

When nothing is there

Our days are numbered

The Sun is getting closer to the world

We turn to dark

We feel thin air

We can survive

When nothing is there

We built the city

We dig the Earth

Steel and the fire

We find our worth

We control weather

We like to roam

All of our days, all of our days