these are sungod days like subtle layers of yawning the dewrops die like fireflies before this hungry mouth slowmotion days are dawning why don t it all just burn away there is a time for everything when even you can be a king or a queen of no fixed stature a prince amongst the castaways on this sungod day too boring to pay heed to i ll dream of you in wintertime there is a time for everything when even you can be a king there is a day for everything when even you can be a king