Her look and countenance evinced to me
that this Lady was a lonely sunset;
Held to her fate - stifled by the thought
of static inevitability.
Sunset, can't you look, see in front of you?
Or are you blinded by your own twilight?
If you could hold on, I could show to you
That after your sad descent, is sunrise.
I hear you say, "Have to hurry down, Yeah -
Hurry down Sunset, get dark like wine, won't
see - won't find any suffering." But why?
Do you think being alone will make it fine?
There is no need for you to keep yourself
at bay; - no need to shine brilliantly
and fade away, simply because you're afraid.
So maybe, in time - we will together seek
The sun behind the clouds, on rainy days-
And thus allowed to let our minds play,
I'll show you how your star is unique.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Her look and countenance evinced to me
that this Lady was a lonely sunset;
Held to her fate - stifled by the thought
of static inevitability.
Sunset, can't you look, see in front of you?
Or are you blinded by your own twilight?
If you could hold on, I could show to you
That after your sad descent, is sunrise.
I hear you say, "Have to hurry down, Yeah -
Hurry down Sunset, get dark like wine, won't
see - won't find any suffering." But why?
Do you think being alone will make it fine?
There is no need for you to keep yourself
at bay; - no need to shine brilliantly
and fade away, simply because you're afraid.
So maybe, in time - we will together seek
The sun behind the clouds, on rainy days-
And thus allowed to let our minds play,
I'll show you how your star is unique.
Based off of a song by Al Jarreau, Letter Perfect