| See the grain that's falling from above | |
| The falling piece of sky | |
| It's time to turn the hourglass again | |
| And some more hope you'll buy | |
| Aren't you scared of the sun? | |
| You know it could burn you down | |
| One day you fly and the next | |
| You crawl on the ground | |
| Read the runes and try to watch your steps | |
| Your life is made of snares | |
| Once you're high you're scared to see | |
| The depths | |
| When is your next despair? | |
| One day the light nears | |
| The next is disappears | |
| It's like an orbit 'round a sun | |
| That is never real | |
| Shapping the boundaries | |
| Of all infinities | |
| You circumnavigate 'round a thrut | |
| You could never feel | |
| Aren't you scared of the sun? | |
| You know it could burn you down | |
| Once day you fly and the next | |
| You crawl on the ground | |
| Always relapsing | |
| Into the suffering | |
| Futurity will be draw | |
| From your memories | |
| You'll see the real sun | |
| Beyond the bygones | |
| Why don't you try to believe | |
| In new itinaries? | |
| Aren't you scared of the sun? | |
| You know it could burn you down | |
| Here come the sign of the next |