Sun is the day
Moon is the shade
Always that way
Over the years love fades
I feel estranged
like black-purple haze
Nothing has changed

Winter is cold
Summer is blistering skin
It gets kind of old
I want feathers not fins
A wider range
We all need a break
Nothing has changed

Awake is for work
Sleep is shutters on the window
Call me berserk
This is not innuendo
And might seem strange
But I’m telling you
Something must change