When your world is getting sold and your sun is turning cold Find the light that’s in your soul, don’t let it burn away
You can wait ... you can wander around You can stand a little longer till you’re Branded by your pain, seething in the rain Reaching for your patch of sunshine again
In your eyes I may falter
Through the crowds I’m no louder than those Talking in the breeze clinging to the trees Clutching to their facts and their poetry
When your world is getting sold and your sun is turning cold Find the light that’s in your soul, don’t let it burn away
Now ashen skies, clouds will rise ... blinkers will burn our eyes Beneath it all I seem so small, afraid of what we have done Afraid of what we’ve become
Till the moment I say for the rest of my life I will not rest till I'm done
When your world is getting sold and your sun is turning cold Find the light that’s in your souls don’t let it burn away
When all the songs have all been told And the rhymes are made of gold Find the light that’s in your souls Don’t let it burn away
Don’t let it burn ... away ... don’t let it burn .... Don’t let it burn ... don’t let it burn ...
