Testi musica - Carlot Ta - Make Me A Picture Of The Sun - Chill

 

 

 

 

 

At the still point of the turning world. Chill.

Dead is the sun and blind is the day
It's time for leaving, it's time to lay
Will I forget this warm falling night?
Will I remember the scent of this light?

Tendril and spray, clutch and cling?Chill, chill, chill.

Goldenrain trees won't shelter my neck,
leaves can't force back fatal-winds.
They filter sounds and light,
and is silent, the light is still
at the still point of the turning world. Chill.