Tame the rays of sunlight.

Above.
From up high, ear muffs.
Big headed pilots... Breaking clouds.
Helicopter blades, duck your head and hold your earmuffs.
Above your ears in the sky.
Horizon taunts you, the horizon haunts you.
Try to tame this sun, because i´ve surrendered.
Pacifists are conspiring. 
You can hear the rotation of the head.
From the blue behind you look down on all of us.
You can´t compete with the sun...
We never guessed you were imortal, and when you fall...
Fresh Tears from god couldn´t quench your thirst.
Tame the rays of the sun from where they hit your face.
Above like some important mission to save the world...
It´s urgent, it´s top fucking priority...
It´s nothing, it´s nowhere and noone is interested. People want to hug some sealed poster.
Some celebrity wax figuire, some sterile signed article they can lay with.
Above the clouds, near the darkness of space, the sun will have you.
Sunlight, dries up the very ambition that frost once formed.