Hard Sun

<br>The city lights flick to display<br>bang there goes another day<br>The believers in the basement<br>they are singing songs about a way<br>reborn and regenerate<br>but none of this communicates to me<br><br>Up here on the second floor<br>I`ve forgotten what I`m waiting for<br>A friend, a brother, mother, woman <br>maybe<br>but I have all these in the sulphate<br>emotionless and considerate<br>to me<br><br>And it`s a hard sun<br>a hard sun that<br>`s been beating on my back<br>it`s a hard sun<br>that shines it`s light on me<br><br>it`s a hard sun<br>a hard sun that<br>`s been beating on my back<br>it`s a hard sun<br>that shines it`s light on me<br><br>The silver clock chimes off again<br>reminds me of my childhood pain<br>And the burden that was lifted<br>when I made it to the city<br>disillusioned and full of hate<br>but a member of the mother state and free<br><br>At empty walls I sit and stare<br>I sense a feeling in the air<br>In the throws of thought I wonder<br>can I make it on my own<br>but, deep down in my heart I known<br>that I ain`t never, ever going home<br><br>And it`s a hard sun<br>a hard sun that<br>`s been beating on my back<br>it`s a hard sun<br>that shines it`s light on me<br><br>it`s a hard sun<br>a hard sun that<br>`s been beating on my back<br>And it`s a hard sun<br>that shines it`s light on me