Burning Sun
He shows disdain for all this worldDreams of spaceships, to raise him highWhat's in his head's made of fantasiesCelestial bodies, all kinda stars
In a different time he'd fly, leave his pretty life behindPass all planets, make his way through our galaxy - and
Gape in awe at the burning sunA tangled mesh, insane, divineNear infinite mighty sourceOf a day not bound to end
Spends his days on a cloud it seemsGo and nudge him, ask what it's likeHe'd smile and turn, as if tantalizedConcealing something, ain't there for real
His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come trueQuite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and
Gape in awe at the burning sunA tangled mesh, insane, divineNear infinite mighty sourceOf a day not bound to end
Gape in awe at the burning sunA tangled mesh, insane, divineNear infinite mighty sourceOf a day not bound to end
Gape in awe at the burning sunA tangled mesh, insane, divineNear infinite mighty sourceOf a day not boundA day not boundA day not bound to end