Even if I am tempted I wonґt apologize to you.
Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many.
Iґve started to count backwards and now
Iґm almost halfway through, but I fear that I never will get to zero.
So, now I say "oh, won't the sun rise over me".
All I say is; "oh, wonґt the sun...".
Even if I am tempted, I wonґt apologize to you.
Youґve got some tender arms to enfold you and still youґre spiteful.
My soul is far from redemption,
I must submit to what iґve done and itґs to late for me now to beg for mercy.
In that moment when I die, long before my heart decides to,
Will I be whiped-out, erased?
No, you will never see me surrender,
Iґm gonna keep my head held high and I know now in whom I can trust; nobody.
So, now I say; "oh, wonґt the sun rise over me".
All I say is; "oh, wonґt the sun..."
All iґm saying is; "oh, wonґt the sun rise just for me".
All iґm begging is... It got visual, didnґt it?
It gets visible, well doesnґt it?
It gets much too much, doesnґt it?
And, so it has to end.