Why can’t you see you're fake,
tell everyone about the mistake,
stories reaching the forests inner heart,
stories that declined the new start.

The story about a shadow in the east,
and about the sun in the west,
travelling to one,
choosing which path is best.

The growing shadow,
the setting sun,
they black the skies,
just for fun.

The growing shadow,
the setting sun,
they lighten stars,
we wonder where they come from.

Mysteries of the skies,
answers lie buried deep in black,
deep in space answers lie hidden,
never turn your back.

Sometimes at night,
I find myself staring,
at the sky without thoughts,
just suddenly I let go of any care.

The night and sun,
they are together,
they are one.

With earth in the middle,
being loved by both,
earth is what they cradle.