Dying sun, the rising moon
Now I seem to find pleasure in your rearview mirror goodbyes
I'm trying to find the stars that align on a faded sky
You tell me I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind
Tear the sky, the angels swoon
Sunshower delight on a Sunday afternoon
Now I seem to find pleasure in your rearview mirror goodbyes, rearview mirror goodbyes