The city sleeps under a madness of stars
Carved out of the hills and painted blue
A single tower reaches into the night
And a lone cypress screaming, makes away

Caught between the blue hills and the mad night
The stars are a crazy neon stirring
The houses all seem to crookedly lean
But the city does not bother stirring

I think maybe the night is infectious
And the townspeople are trapped in its dream
When daybreak arrives shaking her yellow hair
The stars will all go back into hiding

The mad cypress will return and relax
And again lift his arms into the sky
All of the candles will be extinguished
And the madness of night will swiftly subside