The sun falls from its thrown

And we’ll have to head home

But I know you’re wrong,

About destiny.

All stars have their path,

And clouds block them too.

You go your own way,

And I’ll turn my back.

The tides rise in vain,

As the beach still endures.

Our shackles are strong,

And the road will be steep.

But I hope you’re wrong,

About destiny.