THE SUN: COLD AND HOSTILE
by Nicolas Wind
Once beautiful garden
Once sweet lovely face
Once lost and forgotten
Once empty and waste.
Heart whispers, it's over -
And I submit
It's of no importance no longer
Now you crave
now you wonder
now you forget
CHORUS I
Oh my world is shutting down!
And falls into oblivion
I came to you with open arms
But angels never wait for...
Once beautiful garden
Once words that meant worlds
But again what it matters?
He runs, then he falls.
I thought I'd walk oceans
I thought I'd dream dreams
I came with open arms
But I was late:
the garden burned down
the dream had been gone.
CHORUS II
Oh my world is shutting down!
And falls into oblivion
I came to you with open arms
But angels never wait for...
Us.
