Is it over, is it through Are the answers overdue Mesmerized by what's to come Till the meaning finds us numb In between, inconcrete We are beautifully
Words are not enough To tell you of my love It's hopelessly real It can't be concealed It's only for you No language can relate Or fantasy create How
Sunrise, and another one dies and another one grows Sunrise, and another one comes and another one goes Sunrise, and none of us cares, and none of us
The porous tears of treachery Drench the ground belatedly And in their sorrow you repose And in their stead you take the blows This unrequited trade
