Into the Sun

I dream of beheadings and goose feather bedding on fire a sword through the eye for an endless supply of beginnings the madness of winning forget and let it soak to the bone crumbling walls mossy halls I don't know the ending fire in your eye I said goodbye in the evening and into the sun crumbling walls mossy halls back to the beginning fire in our eyes we said goodbye in the evening and into the sun into the sun run, run faster and forward only toward the sun