Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset. You wake up, then you undress. It always is the same.
The sunrise and the sunsets. You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.
The sunrise and the sunsets You realize then you forget what you've been trying to retain.
But everybody knows that it is all about the things that get stuck inside of your head, like the songs your roommate sings or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed. She raised her hands in the air, asked you, When was the last time you looked in the mirror? Cause you've changed. Yeah, you've changed.
Sunrises, sunsets. You're hopeful then you regret. The circle never breaks. With a sunrise and a sunset there's a change of heart or address. Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset. You're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?
For a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress. Did you really think she'd stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset. You're either coming or you just left but you're always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet. They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset. The master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
It's a sunrise and a sunset. From a cradle to a casket. There is no way to escape.
The sunrise and the sunset. Hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play.
But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won't know what to do. And at that moment you may laugh but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.
So it's true, the trick is complete. Become everything you said you never would be.