But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won’t know what to do.
For a sunrise or a sunset. You are manic or you’re depressed. Will you ever feel ok? It’s a sunrise and sunset, your lover is an actress. Did you really think she would stay? For a sunrise and sunset. You are either coming or you just left but you are 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 his servant have exactly the same fate. It’s a sunrise and a sunset. From a cradle to a casket. There ain’t no way to escape. The sunrise and the sunset. Hold your sadness like a puppet, just keep putting on the play.