And the morning sun's all over, (?)
and the new days too will soon be gone,
I'm staring through the shadow of your life,
making (light?) of the times.
Strange look at you (?)
call out your words to me,
I'm climbing through the (ways?)
picking up the lives that are bent.
You've hardly sung your song now,
the words still hang in my ears.
I'm holding to a dream,
I once had. Trying to find what's mine.
And the morning's suns all over,
And the new days too shall soon be gone.
I'm staring through the shadows of your life.
Making (light?) of the times.