I climbed to the top of a hill
But I had just missed the sun
And although the descending arc was gone

Left behind were the traces that always follow along

The most beautiful colors chase the sun

They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture
That seems to sing out loud,
"this is what you're missing"


I'll endure the night
For the promise of light


I want to lift my hands towards the sun
Show me warmth

Baby, won't you show me warmth again?
And when I can feel with my sun hands
I'll promise not to lose her again

And even if the morning never comes
My hands are blessed to have touched the sun


And when I can feel with my sun hands
I promise not to lose her again