Does the Sun set on us, or do we set on the Sun?
Like a lover lost in lust, and a harlot having...

My dearest kin-
To my closest friends...

With a lonely destination
Driven by lamentation...

A sad shore of sorrow
Scares the lonely morn...

To the heaven
Breaks the dawn...

Live's a book that writes its self
Ours fell off the stages...

There's a place I'd once known
That I left so far behind...

Ride on this sorrow
To bring less tomorrow...

I'm running away
Is all I have to say...

This scarlet red down pour
Rains harder every moment...

I can't understand the way
Those words come together...

You lie a burdon
I may not follow...