When you are everything you are always nothing
Waiting and wishing for something not fit find
Reaching out in to darkness and always wishing for light
Red and gold are embers that fill Star's Sky
Painting on colors that will slowly wilt and die
Sunset's the cause of the chaos that makes this worth our fight
Wishing, wishing further for something not fit to find
And we'll be causing our chaos
Something that's fit for the night