| Can I feel the flavor of the sun? | |
| Sure as the days come | |
| It appears I heard it wrong | |
| In a hot, hot message from above | |
| As clear as the days come | |
| Was it I who heard it wrong? | |
| For what it's worth | |
| We have nice things, but they don't work | |
| Words to say, but who are they meant for? | |
| It occurs to me, we're headed back | |
| When you said I was vain | |
| Oh, you know I only can promise you | |
| To take what remains | |
| And fuse it with the will to change | |
| In our own certain way we've started it | |
| Are you in the favor of the sun | |
| As sure as the days come? | |
| To your peers, you may be wrong | |
| Don't even think about it | |
| Unless you have the aching in your head | |
| You can't relieve | |
| And to this sentiment we are in tune | |
| So high | |
| Go slow | |
| To count the ways we should know | |
| It occurs to me, we're headed back | |
| When you said I was vain | |
| Oh, you know I only can promise you | |
| To take what remains | |
| And fuse it with the will to change | |
| In our uncertain way, we've started it over |