Texty: Burnt by the Sun. Dracula With Glasses.

I'm staring into the sun
Waiting for it to fall down
I've collapsed over this madness
My hair has been pulled out
I've tried but to no avail

Me is resting, I finish
Words cannot convince the mind
When I can't believe my eyes
Who am I kidding? I am dreaming
My time is clocked in once and for all

All over again, I told myself it could not fall
But you are here as clear as the day
It's as clear as a star on my wrist
So long, loneliness, my love

What you see when you look down
At the star on my wrist
Is what I've always hoped I'd find
And it blows my mind