Surface Of The Sun - OTE, Steven Ellis

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

The surface of the sun needs a golden one

A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done

Hanging by the moon we could be there soon

It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn

We watch new things with old eyes

Like strangers with no hearts

Stuck in our glory days

Among strangers building walls

And I speak calmly to the trees

Tryin' to give them hope

And however slowly time

Destroys our common grounds

The surface of the sun needs a golden one

A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done

Hanging by the moon we could be there soon

It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

We hear old words with new ears

Like young ones with no remorse

Stuck in the past no more

Among losers without shame

And I speak calmly to the trees

Tryin' to give them hope

And however slowly time

Destroys our common grounds

The surface of the sun needs a golden one

A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done

Hanging by the moon we could be there soon

It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn

The surface of the sun needs a golden one

Hanging by the moon we could be there soon

Oh, oh

Oh, oh