Too Many Suns
What is left, what is left of those
Twenty-five years of wandering?
What is left, what is left of those
Twenty-five years of wandering?
Sometimes I can feel the shape of my soul
Back when I was twelve
Too many suns
Too many suns have melted into the sea since then
Am I living this life for real?
Or is it all an eternal return?
Oh
We always send our prayers way up high
What if God was just under our feet?
Twenty-five years of wandering?
What is left, what is left of those
Twenty-five years of wandering?
Sometimes I can feel the shape of my soul
Back when I was twelve
Too many suns
Too many suns have melted into the sea since then
Am I living this life for real?
Or is it all an eternal return?
Oh
We always send our prayers way up high
What if God was just under our feet?
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Writer(s): Laurent Zito
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