The Golden Core - MotorPsycho

These are sungod days

Like subtle layers of yawning

The dewrops die like fireflies

Before this hungry mouth

Slowmotion days are dawning

Why don’t it all just burn away?

There is a time for everything

When even you can be a king

Or a queen of no fixed stature

A prince amongst the castaways

On this sungod day

Too boring to pay heed to

I’ll dream of you in wintertime

There is a time for everything

When even you can be a king

There is a day for everything

When even you can be a king