The molten sun is red, the indian tides are blue
Some colors are simply anonymous; I suppose that's what led me to you
But somewhere amid the aurora and the course of the ocean,
I misplaced my sensibility in a sky of emotion
And, believe me, the sky is a good way from the sun,
But the flames do not have such a great distance to come
Soon enough after I was lured to your conspired shade,
I was scalded by the sun, to which, I was swayed
It has taken a while, but I soon learned,
That if you caper near the embers, you may very well be burned
I hear you say love prevails beyond your treason
But understand me when I say, I dress for the weather, not the season
This is why I found refuge somewhere deep into the sky,
I had stooped too low and could not see the tides
And the only thing that cuts deeper than loving on account of infliction,
Is drowning in the ocean of your own senseless addiction
Now, I've burned and I've drowned,
To find what I've found
But I know they are both the merit of standing firm on the ground
Where I cannot be submerged by the pull of your tides,
Though, I cannot be led astray by the sway of your sky
