[bad word] #39; away so long from the day
Into the strange night of stone to fade away
As the light is gently bleedin' out of my soul
Penetratin' 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 growin' from the Christ's thorn
Wasting the dawn

Been waitin' for you so long, little bird of pray
To fly me higher to the brigher day
Where the lizard lingers long under the sun
Forgettin' 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 growin' from the Christ's thorn
Wasting the dawn