The sunlight burns beyond the living dead
Energies imbibing me with ringing in my head
I’ll need you in the last rays of sunlight
And stand beside the children of the Sunrise
As we stand before the dawn
All the miracles we lay our eyes upon
As we stand before the dawn
All the miracles we lay our eyes upon
Now I am the officer of policy
I watch in in the distance feeling disposed
Threat is growing longer while my future fails short
In a trap of a tribal state
A victim of debate
As we walk before the dawn
All the miracles we lay our hands upon
As we walk before the dawn
And all the miracles we lay our hands upon
We’ll always have our place in the Sun
No matter what men do to me or you
No matter where your providence has pushed us through
We’ll always have our place In the Sun.
Blind ashes, accusations flung against the sky
The blood is starved and stainless, on whom it’s verified
The un-emancipated, all still waiting all the while
Defiled passions on display, virtues thrown aside
In absence of a waiting, broken circuits of disbelief
Swimming in the dreams invisibility's relief
Behind in time, no forced contempt, softness as a symbol
Embraces the purity of the silent intensity.
The birthright of the twinkling twilight’s end
It’s fading offspring it condescends
The nighttime, it lengthens under death’s definitude
My needs go unmet until the end of time.
As we’re running for the dawn
All the miracles we lay our hearts upon
As we’re running for the dawn
All the miracles we lay our hearts upon
We’ll always have our place in the Sun
No matter what men do to me or you
No where the providence has pushed us through
We’ll always have our place In the Sun.