Edge of The Sun – Rich Jacques
Genre Pop

Edge of The Sun

All of this dust
Turns into gold
The past is a trap
And the futures been sold
All of these dreams are here to behold
I wanna jump in but the waters too cold

A porcupine hat
To black out the sun
If one comes along
There’s more yet to come
The thunders alive
But we’re praying for rain
We hit all our goals
But forgotten the game


Hey oh
Hey oh
The winter’s arrived

The torch is aflame
The ones that we’ve loved
Have come back again
These unsettled fears
That crave for our hearts
Are outside the door
They’re waiting til dark

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