You are a-running from the thunderstorm
Because your luck went broke
Too late to turn back, baby
Yes, our feeling is real
It's sunset
Yes, I have been a little boy
And in a way, I am still
Still wondering what went wrong since then
When the world was meant for children
We built a highway through the park
Now we can't rest our wings
We've flying desperately to shun the dark
This will be, finally our sunset
We are a-running from the thunderstorm
Because our luck went broke
Too late to turn back, baby
Yes, our feeling is real
It's sunset