Although it seems like madness We cannot fear the fall When human intervention is metaphorical The lights in the salvation is dying all the same The simplest solution is to end the game And you can't You can't hope to be there How bright is the sun? The blindness is in leaving We've come too far from home to fall How bright is the sun? A dying star in evening You cannot hope to catch them all We're basking in the progress Were blinded by the cost And in the forward motion we've never been so lost And when the sky is quiet and choked in satellites There'll only be a memory of how to put it right And you can't You can't hope to be there How bright is the sun? The blindness is in leaving We've come too far from home to fall How bright is the sun? A dying star in evening You cannot hope to catch them all How bright is the sun? The blindness is in leaving We've come too far from home to fall How bright is the sun? A dying star in evening You cannot hope to catch them all