Central Sun - Fialta

Lift my limbs, build my bones

Clip my lines, let me go

We were holding on, the central sun was setting

Everyone stopped to wonder why

She waited so long

Twenty-four years with her eyes dimming dry

She always felt old

Stung by a hope that was so paralyzed

Wasting time, wasting light

Slake my roots, let them grow

Take my song make it known

We were working hard, the central sun was breaking

Nobody stopped to wonder why

He waited so long

Eighty-four years on a ridge of his own

He never felt old, filled with the secrets of timing and tone

If you fall in line

And if you fake the signs

What a world you would be in

If you fall in line

And if you fake the signs

What a world you will be in