From dusk to the dawn, they had it going on
Chasing each other since the very first song
From the early morn at the crack of dawn
The sun lit the fire and the lights came on!

The fight was on, the chase was on,
The moon was determined, the escape was on
The sun got cleaver, in the clouds he hid
His trail from the skies were evident

He taught the clouds how to cover it
They drew the water and began to spit
the moon got pissed and he had a fit
The moon got angry cause it hurt his pride

So he manipulated the seas and tides
But two can play, days go by,
The sun used the moon to reflect his eye
The moon would have to shine until the sun died!

The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon rising
Pursuing this war, he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking

The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon rising
Pursuing this war, he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking

Four point six, billion years
The suns been around since before his peer
Eldest of the two, fifty million turns
The sun’s been hot and the feeling burns

He had time to prepare and churn
How to survive, live and learn
He had the upper hand in this raging war
Everything moon did, sun seen before!

Down below, it was him the people worshiped
They smudged their bowls and honored him as perfect
His heat was loved, even by the serpent
The moon moved on in his hot pursuit

Knowing that he had influence too
He summoned the coyotes, wolves and bats
Taught to attack at night, combat
Would it be enough? Not yet, he’s back!

The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon rising
Pursuing this war, he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking

The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon rising
Pursuing this war, he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking

The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon rising
Pursuing this war, he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking