Tennis - Solar on the Rise Тексты

I will be your history
I'll be the blame
Like the sacred mysteries
They're all the same

Dark
That throw their fragrance round
Roots that clutch through the dust
Below the ground

Silver moon is turning
Now I feel the glow

Lift your bellies high
My solar on the rise See a miracle
But my baby don't believe
If that gift is a given
You better not receive

There's a hymn within
Singing all the end

Lift your bellies high
My solar on the rise