Throughout the field
Of unshaded grace
Within the land
Of the neverending sun
With all the appropriate compliance
I strive for the sunset
For all time from now to then

I can not free myself from the memory
Warmth surrounding me
In the darkest corner of my mind
A childish joy overwhelming me
While aggrieving insects
Smashing rocks on them
A wholeheartedly joy
Aggrieving, crushing
It fills me from the navel to the chaff

Now, as I refuse to soar myself above others
It´s getting cold, deep inside of me
It´s been a decision of my mind, not of heart
A coldness that makes me shiver
Catches up to me, displaces warmth
Abiding my decision
I ache for the times I was free
To unleash this childish joy and warmth
The decision was made somehow
To unleash this childish joy and warmth
Without my anticipation

It´s a long way fromn home one to the other side
A fucked up journey
When you try to walk away from yourself
From the darkest corner of your mind
The decision was made somehow
Without your anticipation

Into the never-ending sunset
The memory, a so called friend,
Is always accompanying me,
Torturing me by reflecting what I was

I can not free myself from the memories
In the land of the never-ending sun