Saturnine کے بول

How many days has it been now? Hard to tell The sand, it stings and beats my brow Beats me down The cool night wind betrays a sound Just a sound Oh, stars above, don't leave me now How about now? I hear you, I hear the sound I see you, I see the ground I'm falling, I won't go down I'm leaving The fire's cold The days are slow The final crumb The setting Sun Setting Sun, yeah My visions blur the here and now To be found My final days, my first few sounds Here and now My father, my fallow ground The reasons my mother found I'm sorry, but not right now I'm leaving An only son The fire's gone What's done is done The setting Sun (Setting Sun) (Setting Sun)