Wake up to this passive time
Seven years since that sacred time
How I wish I could just return to Byzantine
Maybe I could have had it all
Been engulfed by her citadels
How her eyes seemed to beg for me
I don't really want to know about how I lost
All I want to do is resurrect
My Byzantine, my Byzantine, she said
"Sink your teeth deep in Byzantine"
See my grip slip on Byzantine
Feel my thoughts drift towards Byzantine
Breathe deep and just pray today
That we'll see another day
New hope that the southern sky brings Byzantine
Straight into her brilliant blue
Smothered by her perfect view
But today is a different day
I love my Byzantine, my Byzantine
I pray for Byzantine, my Byzantine