The day has already turned (into night) in here
And I am in the breast of coal black night all alone I am waiting
I hear it
I see it
Someday the tropic will come
I know it
I am in the breast of coal black night all alone
Suns are rising somewhere far away
I see it
The tropic
I am the branch of a bone dry tree all alone
Something is taking roots somewhere far away
I know it
The tropic
There is neither a sound of a breath on my chapped lips
I hear it
The tropic
I am in the breast of coal black night all alone
Suns are rising somewhere far away
I see it
The tropic
I am the branch of a bone dry tree all alone
Something is taking roots somewhere far away
I know it
The tropic
There is neither a sound of a breath on my chapped lips
I hear it
The tropic
I hear it
I know it
I see it
The tropic, the day is in the thing that's turning, the tropic
Someday the tropic will come I know it