Heat The night is coming, The light is fading, Away, my dear sun please stay. No prince of darkness, but in a mess, middle of excess, wilderness, and bitterness, Fes and Meknes, Marakesh, Morocco, Volkswagen Scirocco, Going through the desert at maximum speed, There is no need to be anywhere else then here and now. I know, I know, You reap what you sow, I keep saying that again and again, women and men, I count to ten and I breathe.