Here comes the sun to wash away
The sentiments of another day
Once under the moon, so pale and delicate
Now wrought with clear perception

The desperation for how things used to be
Why must I choose between
What's right for you and what's right for me?

Here comes the sun to wash away
Forget again another day

I'm struggling to find the peace within your absence
But the light within is fading
And I'm struggling to see the sense in my reflection
But I can't see the shading