Making evenings

Where is the color of my evening deep red Lost in the middle of the morning rays, he said Heading for the heart of a different sun Hopeful and high and set to get one, now she's gone Dark park moon balloon, he said Where is the light of my nighttime sky Left in the morning without a goodbye Heading for the heart of a different sun Just in case she fails to get one, now he's gone Dark park moon balloon, he said Dark park moon balloon, it's bad