Sun

To early for the sunrise,

But I’m already mourning for the evening,

And the eyes I cannot see.

So empty I’m full.

So quiet is the scream.

So clear are the stars.

And I will shine for you.

No one’s listening anymore.

This little masochist is ready to confess,

To the eyes she cannot see.

So crowded she’s alone.

So deep she’s shallow thinking.

So clear are the stars.

And she will shine for you...