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