Out of the sun

Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor steel,

High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel,

Trees are stone where I live, flowers made of glass,

Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past.

And all our yesterdays are now undone.

Out of the sun

[ Out Of The Sun - Motörhead ]

 

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