Children of the Sun - Poets Of The Fall

Parallel to life

There’s a wisdom that seems out of reach

Like a figure of speech

In a maze of white lies

So elusive it’s hard to recognize

With naivety’s eyes

It’s like running with a knife

The thought steals away with your peace

And high on that trapeze

You hold on to me

You hold on to me

And I’ll be singing you

Songs of tomorrow

And then dawn will follow

And our sorrows all undone

When you’re done with all the strife

When they echo the minds in the streets

You know your heart beats

A solitary call

For a change in the tone of it all

You’ll be scaling that wall

And the higher you climb

The more you can see of this life

On the edge of that knife

You hold on to me

Hold on to me

And I’ll be singing you

Songs of tomorrow

And then dawn will follow

And our sorrows all undone

Yeah, I’ll be singing you

Songs of tomorrow

And then dawn will follow

We are children of the sun

And you know you can take this story

Take your glory

Make your own way

Yeah, I want you to shake this story

Take your glory

Find your way

Make your own way

And I’ll be singing you

Songs of tomorrow

And then dawn will follow

And our sorrows all undone

Yeah, I’ll be singing you

Songs of tomorrow

And then dawn will follow

We are children of the sun