I would like to visit the sunset
I’d meet it at the skyline
As it’s tucking the sun in for the night
While its neons fade to pastels
I’d meet it at the skyline
As it’s tucking the sun in for the night
While its neons fade to pastels
I would complement its sunkissed glow
Ask its advice on how to prevent my colors from bleeding
In the wash, as my whites are now a shade of unintentional pink
But then again, I guess the sunset has more important things
To worry about than my linens
Ask its advice on how to prevent my colors from bleeding
In the wash, as my whites are now a shade of unintentional pink
But then again, I guess the sunset has more important things
To worry about than my linens
Maybe we would talk about its latest work
I would ask if it ever paints with other mediums
Or does it stick to a strict art regime?
Of clouds and sunlight, mixed with shadows
And the shy arrival of stars
I would ask if it ever paints with other mediums
Or does it stick to a strict art regime?
Of clouds and sunlight, mixed with shadows
And the shy arrival of stars
Does it have bigger hopes and dreams for this world?
Or is it satisfied dusting the end of each day with its magic?
I would ask what it’s like to say ‘goodnight’ in every language
Or is it satisfied dusting the end of each day with its magic?
I would ask what it’s like to say ‘goodnight’ in every language
The sunset may grow tired of my questions but I would never know it
Entranced by its unassuming transformation, a take-it-or-leave-it vibrance
And the midnight sky would greet me before I realize it’s time to go
And I’m left wondering if the sunset has a mailing address
Entranced by its unassuming transformation, a take-it-or-leave-it vibrance
And the midnight sky would greet me before I realize it’s time to go
And I’m left wondering if the sunset has a mailing address