A lonely heart just smolders more
at sunset than at dawn.
The glimmer of the day that’s passed
alone, just like before.
The red, the blood of passion lost,
the yellows, oranges and pinks.
No, being alone at sunset, dear,
just really, really stinks!
A lonely heart will shrivel up
and die without a word.
When sunshine fades, a cry goes out
that never will be heard.
the evening sky above.
But sunset is the saddest light,
for those who cannot love.