Sun - Bel Canto

Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you.

Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many.

I´ve started to count backwards and now

I´m almost halfway through, but I fear that I never will get to zero.

So, now I say «oh, wont the sun rise over me».

All I say is;

«oh, won´t the sun…».

Even if I am tempted, I won´t apologize to you.

You´ve got some tender arms to enfold you and still you´re spiteful.

My soul is far from redemption,

I must submit to what i´ve done and it´s to late for me now to beg for mercy.

In that moment when I die, long before my heart decides to,

Will I be whiped-out, erased?

No, you will never see me surrender,

I´m gonna keep my head held high and I know now in whom I can trust;

nobody.

So, now I say;

«oh, won´t the sun rise over me».

All I say is;

«oh, won´t the sun…»

All i´m saying is;

«oh, won´t the sun rise just for me».

All i´m begging is… it got visual, didn´t it?

It gets visible, well doesn´t it?

It gets much too much, doesn´t it?

And, so it has to end.