Way down beside the sea
There's a man dressed in white
However, though his skin is dyed dark red
He fits right in the picture
With windows tinted ancient blue
And themes of music soaring

He walks along the edge
Watching it seep into the ground
As though a shadow hid away
When sheer blistering light came around
And tears of joy roll down his cheek
Caring for his wife's memory

Bearing through the diminishing sun
A hawk of golden colour flew by
Vertically chasing after the silver moon
No goal in life nor deepened sigh
Here still this man shouts out loud
To his long gone world which spins
"Good day, good night, good middle noon!"