A sun we seek, a sun we flee.

Take this bottle and drink it to the end
The drink itself, the sea, your blood
Dive and plunge yourself in gin
Goodness is evil and to be evil is good
Pale as death and black as sin
For a broken heart too hard to mend.

But sometimes the verses walk
And is so futile try to stalk
‘Cause they lose themselves in mazes
Made of misty and bloody daisies
It will bring three fails to each hit
Through scary and mean streets.

So only in my dreams it lasts
Marching over a promise full of strife
Always grim and going astray
Wandering through the gloomy nights
Dying as soon the dawn come to life
This is the history of every single day.