Exposing skin to hidden solar bites Radiate me with your midnight sun The beauty of insomnia starts to hypnotize Clinging to my disrhythmical sense of hope
No permanent cycle for us, the unseen In quest to find a glimpse of tomorrow Foreseen nothing less of an exact rotating order Reaching out from within, a constant state of change
Believing in a nearest doorway To find real sunlight as I awaken Having a goodnight when the sun comes out Dawn or dusk, it does not matter anymore
Feeling somewhat lacking, thinking somewhat deceiving Confusion is here and now in my collateral windows
