Make the morning sun go away.
I can’t face another day.
I’ve seen the mountains turn to sorrow,
And all my tomorrows look cold and gray.
I’ve come to know myself at last.
The colors fade in images under glass.
Moisten my dry lips with wine,
In memory of another time.
I fear I’ve grown too old for conquest,
But Lord, I’m still far too young to die.
I’ve come to know myself at last.
The colors fade in images under glass.
(September 24, 1993)
Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace
