Saturnine

How many days has it been now?
Hard to tell
The sand, it stings and beats my brow
Beats me down

The cool night wind betrays a sound
Just a sound
Oh, stars above, don't leave me now
How about now?

I hear you, I hear the sound
I see you, I see the ground
I'm falling, I won't go down
I'm leaving

The fire's cold
The days are slow
The final crumb
The setting Sun
Setting Sun, yeah

My visions blur the here and now
To be found
My final days, my first few sounds
Here and now

My father, my fallow ground
The reasons my mother found
I'm sorry, but not right now
I'm leaving

An only son
The fire's gone
What's done is done
The setting Sun
(Setting Sun)
(Setting Sun)