Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] I look backwards on the setting sun The warming colours touched me, heaven sung See truth shining through a cracking mould [Chorus] I was sold, how the surface gleamed Reflecting rays of hope, how the surface gleamed [Verse 2] Fell on fences that were picket black A warning whispered on wind held me back Deceived by blinding white textures of gold [Chorus] I was sold, how the surface gleamed Reflecting rays of hope, how the surface gleamed [Outro] I look backwards on the setting sun I look backwards on the setting sun Now I don't run