Lyrics

Dusk was always his time
The golden sun
The setting sun
From a window pane
He listens for a distant train
Gotta start the madness
Gotta ease the pain
Numbed by these warmer days
Relieved
To even feel this way
Love that ocean breeze
There's comfort in his scene
And all these struggles and these pleasures
Unforeseen
And now he'll have his say
Waste another day
Writing lyrics, kicking back
It seems he'll have his way
But these are the good times
No future and no past
Just gotta make the party last

Man made euphoria
Keeps him on the mend
Itself a godsend
Man made euphoria
Keeps him off a downward trend
Another lost weekend
Man made euphoria
Basking in the glory
Checking out
Losing touch
Same old story

And he'll always find time
Away from everyone
Him and the setting sun
Got his daydream
His reverie
His memories
Illusion of tranquility
A fantasy
From dusk till dawn
Alone, withdrawn
Just writing them songs
The rave never ends
It's really quite the scene
Another bloke, another hombre
Nowhere to be seen
And serenity is hanging on that remedy
Causing all this havoc with his chemistry
And clarity
But he enjoys the good times
He don't need any interaction
Cause alone he's got the action

Man made euphoria
Keeps him on the mend
Itself a godsend
Man made euphoria
Keeps him off a downward trend
Another lost weekend
Man made euphoria
Basking in the glory
Checking out
Losing touch
Same old story