Green September. . Burned to October brown. . Bare November. . Led to December's frozen ground. . The seasons stumbled round. . Our drifting lives are bound. . To a falling crescent noon
wanted to be. Was floating in the emerald sky. Our skeletons remain under a neon noon. . Hands turn to dust, psychic waves fill the air. All what we have is what we've done to what we had. . Never
Here I sit in my room. Nobody here but me and a simple tune. Hope you roll on in with the risin' moon. I wanna stay with you all night. Wanna stay with you night until noon - yes I do Sayin
High Noon. High noon in the valley of the shadow. When the deep of the valley was bright. When the mouth of the tomb. Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive". So long, you wages of sin. Go on
High Noon. High noon in the valley of the shadow. When the deep of the valley was bright. When the mouth of the tomb. Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive". So long, you wages of sin. Go on
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Qui tollis peccata mundi. Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Qui tollis peccata mundi. Dona eis requiem, dona eis
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Qui tollis peccata mundi. Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Pie Jesu, pie Jesu. Qui tollis peccata mundi. Dona eis requiem, dona eis
