Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly go the days. Sunrise, sunset You wake up then you undress. It always is the same. The sunrise and the sunsets You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain the sunrise and the sunsets. You realized then you forgot what you've been trying to retain. But everybody knows that it is all about the things that get stuck inside of your head, like the song your roommate sings or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed. She raises her hands in the air, asked you, when was the last time you looked in the mirror? 'Cause you've changed. Yeah, you've changed. Sunrises, sunsets You're hopeful then you regret. The circle never breaks. With a sunrise or a sunset there's a change of heart or address. Is there nothing that remains for a sunrise or a sunset? You're manic and depressed. Will you ever feel okay? For a sunrise or a sunset your lover is an actress. Did you really think she'd stay for a sunrise or a sunset? You're either coming or you just left, but you're always on the way towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet. They are really just the same. To the sunrise and the sunset, the master and the servant have exactly the same fate. It's a sunrise and a sunset from a cradle to a casket there is no way to escape the sunrise and the sunset. Hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play. But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won't know what to do. And at that moment you may laugh, but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you. So it's true; the trick is complete. Become everything you said you never would be. You're a fool! You're a fool! Sunrise, sunset, sunrises, sunsets Sunrise and the sunsets. Sunrise, sunset Where are you Arienette? Where are you Arienette?