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?



Credits
Writer(s): Laurent Zito
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