Follow the sun
With clear, unclouded motions
Your thoughts a silent majority
Pouring the liquid strains
Washing them pure in the rain
Gorgeous light bleaching them sane
A threnody of bleak stillness
Sweep against the sun
Follow the sun
With clear, unclouded motions
Your thoughts a silent majority
Pouring the liquid strains
Washing them pure in the rain
Gorgeous light bleaching them sane
A threnody of bleak stillness
Sweep against the sun