The Rising Sun - Nits

Black

When the night is falling down on me

Grey

I see the outline of the tree

My love and I were walking

Through a waving wood

The sky was blue

My love and I were walking

On a frozen lake

The setting sun

Blue

Every morning is a mystery

White

In the outline of my door

My love and I, we fall asleep

In white rooms

Of our memory

My love and I, we disagree

On temperance

And destiny

How can we change

What can we do

Our hands are black

Our souls are blue

The long long years

What have we done

We turn our heads

The rising sun