Here's to you, my blinding sun. I know I had my share and the dark has won. But if I open my eyes, would you erase the things I've done? The shadow still calls me, and for it I'll always be the one.
I have love for this sky but as I stare, I see a simple sound and a simple glare that tells me I should run. When you're gone I cannot preserve you, my blinding sun.
I see you because I am blind tonight. So I tell you now, for I have no time or light. I'll shape a boat and sail back to where it begun. I'll shape a rocket and a rising gun. Then travel back and find none. To find only you, my blinding sun.