For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re either coming or you just left but you’re always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset.
The master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
It’s a sunrise and a sunset.
From a cradle to a casket.
There is no way to escape.
Text: Bright Eyes, „Sunrise, Sunset“ aus dem Album „Fevers and Mirrors“, 2000
Fotos: Larissa Pittelkow