Gone in Bloom and Bough

How does it feel to wonder

How does it feel to know who we are

I cannot find one answer

I cannot find my way

back to when my sun died

My sun died

My sun died

My sun died

How does it feel to wonder

How does it feel to know who we are

I cannot find no other

I cannot find my way

back to when my sun died

My sun died

My sun died

My sun died

Now that it falls we live with you

Now that I feel the same with you

Now that it falls we live with you

Now that I found the way there

(Instrumental)

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight

My sunlight