Whenever you're sad,
just remember that the sun still can't get rid of his heartburn;

and like the animals we are
we continue to breath and breed the madness we've created.

Can't you see?
No matter how sad you are,
even if the sadness is so strong
that you could've sworn the tide stopped coming years ago,
the Earth will still spin on
and spin on
and spin on
and spin on
as the sun begs for help,
we'll keep our oceans to ourselves,
and spin on
and spin on
and spin on

and as the sun falls to your knees,
you'll tell how he'll never be able to touch our seas;
and as he begs and pleas,
you'll tell him:
"you're just another fish in the sea
but I guess you wouldn't know that, would you?"

as he dies at your feet,
you'll carry your sadness to his place;
but this time
you'll stay cool and white,
you'll stay apart of the night.