• Sunset sunrise I listen to you.
    All in I play my cards I take you from your world.
    You walk in mine and we stroll through yours,
    twelve hours later.

    The flame burns ever more strong.
    The conversations stay just as long.
    You know I say I’m content with where I am.
    The problem is I’m not content where you are.

    Sunrise Sunset,
    I have a front seat to your pain.
    No way for me to stop it, I watch you and try to mend the wounds he causes.
    As all the wordsmiths say, If you only knew the fire burning down inside;
    How it builds inside with every sad story.
    Fire rising, compelled to act.

    One day before Sunrise after twelve hours
    I will say the right words and you will never have to go back to the real world.
    Over yonder as intended you will be happy
    from Sunrise to Sunset.