Center Of The Sun

Drag me out of eye for eye

With Sundayʼs souls

Who live to die

And leave me in the pouring rain

To know myself

To feel my pain

Cause Iʼve been drawing closer every day

To the center of the sun

And though Iʼd like to tell you I could stay

I know Iʼm already gone

Then prop me up with stilts on fire

With ash and smoke

But still no higher

But easy now the die is cast

Who once was first

Will soon be last