Where The Sun Had Been
from Boneclouds
I was traveling in a caravan
Out across the desert sand
Fourth batallion of the infantry
Heading in towards the enemy
Or at least that's what they're telling me
Wind blowin' across a cross-eyed sun
Shapes moving on the hills
I picture you by a swimming pool
Tell me baby, am I still your man
Fighting here in this foreign land
Foreign land...
I heard nothing but the sound of death
I was pushed through the ground
I woke up on a forest floor
Looking up through a group of men
Look up at where the sun had been
Sun had been...
Looking up at where the sun had been...