Tomorrow's sun,
They've said there's none.
Tomorrow's star,
They'll say it's too far.

Sun or star,
They're none too far.
Touch with eyes,
Their such demise.

Tomorrow's cloud,
They'll see too proud.
Tomorrow's moon,
Will darken soon.

Cloud or moon,
so proud, so soon,
Fills the sky,
In deep July.

A blinding sun won't make them see.
A shooting star won't make them wish.
A thinning cloud won't brighten their soul.
A full moon won't ever come,
But I'll enjoy the blinding sun.