Sweet Sun

Shake your soul into the wide open space

And leave the restricting area so that you can see

How we explode like the lights in the dark

And how we glow

Like it will never be the truth of our minds

That we forget.

We were the pink rose soldiers of the century of blissful

We were 1969

We were Jimi and Janice

We are the prophets of ourselves

We choose the way of dimension

We are caught up from the amount of the frenetic love tension