Isn't it a strange thing when the sun begins to set?
Like some too-romantic field of dreams that haven't happened yet?
How entrancing when the sun goes down and life just turns to gold
Lying gilded there before my face
--lies blatantly and to my face, just like the myths of old
And that sliver of a second that looks magical to most
To most a golden royal ball, but it doesn't have a host
See, that moment is just sacred, in an awful sort of way
Where the holy and the evil darks have a common note to play
During every other time of day, the light and dark are two
During every other song they play, they play a different tune
During sunset everything deceives itself into a common hue
The vivid reds and blues of midday,
Hidden behind this yellowy lens into a hazy view
And even when the darkness sets, it has two separate parts
One with elegance and beauty, one a cloak for acts of all ****** hearts
But in this moment the angel and the devil do the same
To pull your soul into your mind, your body and your brain
At this time you feel every good you've never done
And all the sickest thoughts you've known? You re-feel every one
The holy self of all goodwill within you breaks
for everything it's missed
While paralyzed in a lustful glow
Remembering every sultry sin you've kissed
For the angel, it's to guilt you,
On the wings of heaven's dove
While the devil tries to win you back
And reclaim all your love
But for me, it's just like the half-second you get
To both step off of the chair, and suddenly regret