1. Standing on a rock, in a river. Staring at the splintered sun. You could drowned yourself in jewels, Like a thousand other fools. While you stand there looking down at what you won. 2. Sitting on a mountain of ashes. Face to face with past regrets. You could roll down to the canyon, Piss away this incarnation. But remember, that you pay for what you get. And he says; "Don't you know, how hard it is, to hit the ground, and mean it. And mean it." 3. Walk the jangling streets of the city, Trying to find the buried sun. You could drowned yourself in jewels, Like a thousand other fools, While you wonder, waiting for it to be done. And he cries; "Why don't we celebrate, why don't we celebrate, Love can make you sad, come on, Let's drive ourselves mad." And he's aware, how hard it is, to kiss the sun, And mean it, and mean it. 4. Standing on a rock, in a river. Staring at the rain, made one. On the surface, flashing diamonds, Rolling down the twilight canyon. And we shall kiss the sun, in spite of him. So why don't we celebrate, why don't we celebrate.... (Repeat and fade)