It is now four and the stars
Are beginning to gently fade
The morning tools to eternity
To bring back horses of reality
To wake up this hostile sun
To separate us from hopeful dreams

I'm lying in the bed thinking
Of how I'll never see you again
But feel you beneath this face
Made of pieces of happier memories

It's always you who I make my tea with
Who I spend my days talking to
Who is no longer here
Only the darkness never runs
In which I stand like solitude hill
Afraid of dreams that lie
And then there comes the empty
Malevolent sun

Still the damage has been done