Sol - Kati Ran

Come, the wheel turns

As the shadows deepen

and life is ebbing low

Hold on, before I go

Come, the wheel turns

not for the greater gifts of genius

not for thoughts more grandly bright

All the dying poets whisper, into light

We travel 'round the sun and only

the Gods know where we run

Come, the wheel turns

We throw the windows widely open

for dim and longing visions

Once more, before I go

Come, the wheel turns

not for the greater gifts of genius

not for thoughts more grandly bright

All the dying poets whisper, into light

We travel 'round the sun and only

the Gods know where we run

Following circles, following circles

Sun touches night

We travel 'round the sun and only

the Gods know were we run