The sun is setting, a distant hill   Pour the bottles at the horizon   The water tower bleeds from the heat   Paint the sun, guess my reaction   No retreat, not even in sleep   Days with a new direction      Take that step to the night   Beyond all that has created you   Dead, empty stares   Strike back with the hate of a young man's heart   Sing where you don't dare   I'll meet you there   We're the sunset in the end.