The sun is setting, a distant hill
Pour the bottles at the horizon
The water tower bleeds from the heat

Paint the sun, guess my reaction
No retreat, not even in sleep
Days with a new direction


Take that step to the night
Beyond all that has created you

Dead, empty stares
Strike back with the hate of a young man's heart
Sing where you don't dare

I'll meet you there
We're the sunset in the end.