In my rear view mirror the sun is going down,
sinking behind bridges in the road;
and I think of all the good things
that we have left undone.
And I suffer premonitions,
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come.
The wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in, gives way.
And suddenly it's day again.
The sun is in the east
even though the day is done.
Two suns in the sunset mhhhhh...
Could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the brakes lock
and you slide towards the big truck,
you stretch the frozen moments with your fear.
And you'll never hear their voices,
and you'll never see their faces:
you have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts
and my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend.
Finally I understand the feelings of the few:
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end.
sinking behind bridges in the road;
and I think of all the good things
that we have left undone.
And I suffer premonitions,
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come.
The wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in, gives way.
And suddenly it's day again.
The sun is in the east
even though the day is done.
Two suns in the sunset mhhhhh...
Could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the brakes lock
and you slide towards the big truck,
you stretch the frozen moments with your fear.
And you'll never hear their voices,
and you'll never see their faces:
you have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts
and my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend.
Finally I understand the feelings of the few:
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end.
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