Burning Sun

Burning Sun
He shows disdain for all this world
Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high
What's in his head's made of fantasies
Celestial bodies, all kinda stars
In a different time he'd fly
Leave his pretty life behind
Pass all planets, make his way
Through our galaxy

And gape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound to end
Spends his days on a cloud it seems
Go and nudge him, ask what it's like
He'd smile and turn, as if tantalized
Concealing something, ain't there for real
His illusions make him see
His wildest dreams come true
Quite the helmsman, his hands
Clenched on some steering wheel
And gape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound to end
Solo
Gape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound to end
Gape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound
A day not bound
A day not bound to end