Can´t Stop Thinking Of The Sun Video (MV)

The long dark hallway calms me down
It pours over my mind
As soon as I closed the wooden door
I leave my present self behind
The smell of childhood memories and music fills the air
Old books and frosted glass panes and a worn-out love affair
Too much to bear
As I float with my arms wide open through this gallery
My fingertips glide along the walls
Over paintings of the sea
My right hand pauses as I reach the handle of a door
I push it down and open it
What I am waiting for?
Yeah
There on the chair sits my bearded father
My good, bearded father
And for the life of him he can't stop thinkin' of the sun
He can't stop thinkin' of the sun
He can't stop thinkin' of the sun
And in the corner of this shrine
I find myself, a child of nine
Who looks me straight into the eyes
A silent understanding through the times
Then on the chair I spot my mother
My fragile mother
And for the life of her she can't stop thinkin' of the sun
Thinkin' of the sun