Higher
Higher
Ball of fire
Crimson you bequeath
Bring a plague of burning bees
And let loose man's desire

Hide the white clouds underneath
And set off the quagmire

Brighter
Brighter
Burn your best
The moon's about to come
Why can you not co-exist?
The seas ask in a choir
Well
Passion lacks what reason gives
And flames in flux may tire

So Lunar comes and Solar leaves
To let rest those on Gaia