story behind the sun: as i get older there are fewer arrivals in and many more departures from this life. Its not the same old old, but the emotions are stirred and whipped into similar soufflés.
Lyrics
when the scenes all seem the same
and the spheres are pay previewed
when all the worlds cling unchanged
on the walls of nothing new
when the hopes all fade in time
to the silence that is truth
when all the words nearly rhyme
in the ears of what's the use
history
may not repeat
exactly as i knew
no mystery
so let me see
and wonder if its true
that feeling
between might and be
in the mist of maybe's dew
reality
becomes the dream
as i remember you
when the seems all might have been
reflecting nothing's left to lose
when all the hurt love tends to leave
forms the heart of deja vu
history
may not repeat
exactly as i knew
no mystery
so let me see
and wonder if its true
that feeling
between might and be
in the mist of maybe's dew
reality
becomes the dream
as i remember you
