Sparks Against the Sun

On and off, the cylinders burn

With the fading heart of youth

And the sun slips below the treelike

Just out of view

Back and forth across the sky

The stars are hanging from a wire

(Machine guns still firing in the corners of our eye)But in the light of the day we'll disappear

Just like the little sparks against the sun

No one remembers where they begin

or where we endIn and out, the days escape the damages of dawn

Still our dreams lie in broken pieces

Rustin on the lawnBut in the light of the day we'll disappear

Just like the little sparks against the sun

No one remembers where they begin

or where we end