Bottle Song Lyrics

I look backwards on the setting sun
The warming colours touched me, heaven sung
See truth shining through a cracking mould

I was sold, how the surface gleamed
Reflecting rays of hope, how the surface gleamed

Fell on fences that were picket black
A warning whispered on wind held me back
Deceived by blinding white textures of gold

I was sold, how the surface gleamed
Reflecting rays of hope, how the surface gleamed

I look backwards on the setting sun
I look backwards on the setting sun
Now I don't run