Sermon of a dying year
Track the footprints left behind
Walk steadily on your own course
What goes in the ocean, sinks
The bell is about to ring
What’s left behind is left
What comes now is next
Sun will go blind in the dark
Stars open their eyes, clear & sharp
Focus no more on history and mourn
‘Tis a sermon for the dying sun
What comes now will be left
What will be left behind is next
Paper cries for more pain
Canvas cries for more paint
An echo of more to come
‘Tis a sermon for a dying sun
Let the countdown begin and wait
Each of us will die in time
Track the footprints left behind
Walk steadily on your own course
What goes in the ocean, sinks
The bell is about to ring
What’s left behind is left
What comes now is next
Sun will go blind in the dark
Stars open their eyes, clear & sharp
Focus no more on history and mourn
‘Tis a sermon for the dying sun
What comes now will be left
What will be left behind is next
Paper cries for more pain
Canvas cries for more paint
An echo of more to come
‘Tis a sermon for a dying sun
Let the countdown begin and wait
Each of us will die in time