Genesis. ... And Then There Were Three.... Burning Rope. Zeneszám

The warming sun, the cooling rain,
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
Ther words of love, the cries of hate,
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed you.

You climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below,
But you had put the flaming out so that others could not follow,
To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well.
You must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone,
But keep in mind
Don't live to-day for tomorrow like you were immortal.
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun etc.

You're old
and disillusioned now as you realise at last,
That all all you have accomplished here will have soon all turned to dust.
You dream of a future after life, well that's a maybe, I don't know.
But you cant take what you left behind, you're all alone.
So keep in mind
Don't live to-day for tomorrow like you were immortal.
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun etc.