Should we just give up?
Right now, we are futzing our way through things but
Should we just blame it all on a lack of time?
We can’t go home anymore.

Our hometown is far away now
And the sky we can’t grasp runs away.

I saw the fall of the burning, red sun.

We line up our excuses but,
Reality isn’t so kind and we have to work frantically.
We’re long past the age where daydreaming is allowed
But there’s no impossibilities to a heart that is free.

Learn deeply, as I am partway down the road
And I calm my frantic heart.

I saw the fall of the burning, red sun.

I have nothing so instead I create,
I create over and over,
With a passion that cannot be stopped.
But there’s nobody around me:
I grasp tightly onto freedom.

Our hometown is far away now
And the sky we can’t grasp runs away.

Learn deeply, as I am partway down the road
And I calm my frantic heart.

I saw the fall of the burning, red sun: claim your freedom.