Black Sun on the Horizon - GUNSHIP, Martin Grech

Peace at last

The opus laughs

When I tell it, I’m ready

Ooh…

Steal the rhythm out from my heart

Your burning hands make a perfect star

Black sun on the horizon

Turning tricks to tell our senses apart

But I like it

It’s just a little frightening

To lose everything

I’ve had so long

Steal the rhythm out from my heart

Your burning hands make a perfect star

Black sun on the horizon

Turning tricks to tell our senses apart

But I like it

Ooh, into the sun our memory return

Ooh, spirit bonds explode

Are you ready to know everything?

Oh, believe and, believe and we will become one

Oh, letting go with your soul

Oh, let it go with your soul

Steal the rhythm out from my heart

Steal the rhythm out from my heart