Drifting; a speck in this brown ocean
Steeping in brackishness so welcoming
Producing a stasis like no other
Storming; entranced as I surrender
It's drowning me
The sun is coming up
To lift the spirit off
And single out the farce in tomorrow
To truss the life we know
And lift its drunken lows
The Sun is coming up
Rising from thresholds undiscovered
Flaring; its radiation smothers
It's drowning me
The sun is coming up
To hush the spirit's death raving
To truss the life we know
We resign ourselves to its cravings, endless
The Sun is Coming up
To cleanse the spirit I'm draining
To truss the life we know
And resuscitate the youth you suffocated
Tonight is ended
Tonight is ended