Wild West

When the end comes, you'll see

Hydrogen electrolyzed

Amazing, you're amazed

At the cold you see the fire by your face

Bitter bloom, flightless skies

To fear the doom, it's no surprise

Now realize

There's no sense in losin' your mind

Before your time

In order not to worry, you write the words down

But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful

So rise, young sun, you're a tireless one

And you'll be back, burning

When the morning comes

When you catch my soul upon waking

Will you make a wish

For the Wild West to accept the excess?

When the end comes, you'll see

Fields of green, beyond your reach

And heartbeats

(Bum, bum, bum, bum-bum)

Bum, bum, bum-bum

Bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum-bum

Bum, bum, bum-bum

Bum, bum, bum-bum

Bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum-bum

Rise, young sun, you're a tireless one

And you'll be back, burning

When the morning comes

When you catch my soul upon waking

Will you make a wish

For the fool's game to equal his insane?