Exposing skin to hidden solar bites
 Radiate me with your midnight sun
 The beauty of insomnia starts to hypnotize,
 Clinging to my disrhythmical sense of hope.

 No permanent cycle for us, the unseen
 In quest to find a glimpse of tomorrow
 Foreseen nothing less of an exact rotating order

 Believing in a nearest doorway
 To find real sunlight as I awaken
 Having a goodnight when the sun comes out
 Dawn or dusk, it does not matter anymore.

 Feeling somewhat lacking, thinking somewhat deceiving
 Confusion is here and now in my collateral windows.