Serenade, or postcards from the isolates, or Yay! Patriarchy!

Sun sets low, sings a silent serenade
Treetops glow, set to dive on the grenade
Fortune fades, sets my heart to wander lost
Speak my name, in a language I've forgotten

Sun, sun, stay right where you are
as I succumb to my thinly-veiled scars

Walk with me, there's so much more to say
Or let it be, and those feelings waste away
We're okay if we tell ourselves we are
But, I've yet to say it but I'm leaving.

Oh, sun, sun, stay right where you are
as I succumb to my thinly-veiled scars

We anticipate salvation
We are looking to the skies
We abandon superstitions
but we have no compromise