Rising - Son Lux, Olga Bell

Are we bursting from the ashes?

All things yearning for the push?

Can you hear the ever groaning?

Shedding hours we have become?

We are rising suns

We are rising suns

What things will linger?

Only in memory

Clocks tick, hands don’t move

What tongues can whisper of coming remedy?

We are the rising suns

What tongues can whispher of coming remedy?

We are the rising suns

Are we bursting from the ashes?

All things yearning for the push?

Can you hear the ever groaning?

Shedding hours we have become?

We are rising suns

What things will linger?

Held by the memory

Clocks tick, hands removed

What lungs can hold it?

Push out the melody

We are the rising suns

Are we bursting from the ashes?

All things yearning for the push?

Can you hear the ever groaning?

Shedding hours we have become?

We are rising suns

We are rising suns

We are rising suns

We are rising suns

We are rising suns

We are rising suns

We are rising suns