Wasting the Dawn

Been running away so long from the day

Into the strange night of stone to fade away

As the light is gently bleeding out of my soul

Penetrating the evening as I ride on this endless road

But you can't turn back the time

It always gonna wait on the line

Some may wish never to be born

Wasting the dawn

Like a rose growing from the Christ's thorn

Wasting the dawn

Been waiting for you so long little bird of prey

To fly me higher to the brighter day

Where the lizard lingers long under the sun

Forgetting the night, darkest July

Paris '71

But you can't turn back the time

It always gonna wait on the line

Some may wish never to be born

Wasting the dawn

Like a rose growing from the Christ's thorn

Wasting the dawn