Skin of the Sun

Shatter these foreign, frozen sands
That have solidified deserts over my eyes
That curdle in my soul in times of night
And seem to destroy lush meadows of light

Go disappear under this weak, black veil
That is your everyday
What are you afraid of?
Unless you want it to
it will never go away


You can't steer as a free man
with a fire under your hands
The more you try to own these things
The more they own your understanding


Don't leave me with what's left of you
Which is the skin of the sun, faded into dew
Won't you come out onto the street, with all your favorite cars?
We can see the sun rise,
As the moon dies
Underneath the stars.