Falling sun

The humiliation of loneliness
is something, I must confess,
that is extremely hard to bear
a coat no one would want to wear

It's in the looking and the longing
all the sighing at the wronging
satisfaction quite ungaranteed
the castrated ox just craves its feed

     Sweetheart you are far
     way beyond the falling sun
     lover you are now a star
     way beyond the falling sun
     of my heart and my lungs
     way beyond the falling sun

The days go by, the nights
produce the dreams that only slight
the remnants of your dignity
that fades into infinity

Oh for somebody, for someone
that would make my life more fun
that would be some company
bring a brandnew melody

      refr.



17/6/11