at an hour of the night,
my back against the sun.
where is the sun?
has it run
away?
and i can't tell you some.
my cries ain't no fun,
so i wait for salvation to come
in vain.
i feel lonely
in a chamber of troubles,
speaking with bubbles
of blank.
i feel lonely
in this tiring road lane,
with all the shame
and all that pain,
and i don't need somebody
to thank..
my back against the sun.
where is the sun?
has it run
away?
and i can't tell you some.
my cries ain't no fun,
so i wait for salvation to come
in vain.
i feel lonely
in a chamber of troubles,
speaking with bubbles
of blank.
i feel lonely
in this tiring road lane,
with all the shame
and all that pain,
and i don't need somebody
to thank..