Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
It's not you it's the E talking Closing in on the translation It's not you it's the E talking I'm not sure which part I'm playing
