What If

High above the world
Hardly a sound to break
The spell
The hum of changing air
In a dimensionless hotel
Now the edge is shown and
The illusion starts
To fade
The light begins to turn
Leaving just sequences of shade

You wanted a dream
Something to feel
Wanted the light without the reel
You wanted a world without any pain
Wanted a sun without the rain
Like turning on the news
But turning down the sound

High above the cars
Over the traffic and the crowds
Human life refined
Spending our time among
The clouds

Watching the cars below
Sparkling chains
Watching the sky
Drawn over by planes
Imagine the world below
Watching the moon
Falling into the night so soon
The towers are so high
The hours are so few