When i returned i came to find the words i had once inscribed had now faded.
Barely readable now where the numbers - sixteen, three, zero, eight.
Then with key in hand i carved a new line.

The setting sun hits home the truth.
Oh the setting sun...

And all these images burnt in my mind won't let me sleep tonight.
So I'll wait for the sunrise one more time. I'll wait.

acks to the
floor; let the sun flood my blinded eyes. And I could lay here forever.

All these images burnt in my mind won't let me sleep tonight.
Oh, all these images...

Two bodies and a yellow cross strewn inside a black circle. The
pale skin on a garden canvas.

Backs to the floor; let the sun flood my blinded eyes.
And I could lay here forever. Oh, I could lay here forever.
Staring into the sun; i thought we'd stay the same.

Then I turned, and walked; keyed the ignition.
And as i drove my numb mind recalled.
All the wrong reasons in all the right places.
And how this could have gone either way.

I can't say i was never wrong but this was down to both of us
and this silence has gone on for too long.
So look at me, into my eyes, and tell me i am heartless.
You know i'm not that person and i know that we can change all of this.
So I wait for the sunrise... and hope for this to change.
So I wait for the sunrise one more time. I'll wait. I'll wait for you.