The Sun

She lies before me as a new day dawns

Simple like the silence that keeps me holding on

Taken as a virtue used to many times

I’ve lost and I’ve found you and kept what is mine

 

What else can I feel

What else can go wrong

Simple like the silence

That keeps me holding on

 

Green velvet feels so soft

I’ve come to and drifted off

I’ve been there once before

The sun is locked behind the door

 

Secrets of the past lie dark and cold

And Bishop’s in season smoking a Jackson saying

Secrets of the past are just a memory

Some days fly and some stay old well

 

What else can I feel

What else can go wrong

Simple like the silence

That keeps me holding on

 

Green velvet feels so soft

I’ve come to and drifted off

I’ve been there once before

The sun is locked behind the door

 

Behind the Door

Behind the Door

Behind the Door

Behind the Door

 

The sun is shining

A new day dawns

A new day rises

Another moon falls