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