[ti:The Bridegroom]
[ar:Dawn Fung]
[al:The Last Morning]
[00:09.35]Can you see the sun rising up
[00:11.55]over the moon.
[00:13.03]With her smile in her hair,
[00:14.44]black and shining as the stars.
[00:16.04]In the sky falling down
[00:17.23]like a fireball inside.
[00:18.93]Of my eyes burning brightly
[00:20.36]with sparkles in the night.
[00:22.02]Turning red, turning white,
[00:23.41]turning over to the side.
[00:25.20]Feeling sick, curling up,
[00:26.56]mesmerised as if some things
[00:28.40]did collide, in the sky...
[00:36.15]Can you hear the life on the ground
[00:38.44]where you stood.
[00:39.48]Turning the green turn to brown,
[00:40.86]and the withered thing is proudly
[00:42.69]Now dust and its sin
[00:44.07]was to not believe a thing
[00:45.79]In the word prophesied
[00:47.18]for this time to die and till
[00:49.04]Gold is pavement for feet
[00:50.36]once the broken world is crumbling
[00:52.08]To bits and our memories
[00:53.64]subside into sounds in the sky...
[00:58.33]Can you see the rain lacerating
[01:00.98]off the lines
[01:01.93]On the road, where you lie deep
[01:03.82]inside the ground of broken
[01:04.91]Debris, oversize sliced
[01:06.56]and shaking in the wind
[01:08.02]Rising up, like a tide surging
[01:09.86]through the iron wires
[01:11.29]Thrown aside, from the skyscrapers
[01:12.50]torn to pieces when
[01:14.46]The messiah, on his horse came
[01:15.84]with fire in his eyes
[01:18.47]to collect you, his bride...
[01:32.21]Can you hear the time rolling up
[01:34.48]its hands to three
[01:35.57]In the hour, of the night
[01:37.00]where the painted cloud has turned
[01:38.75]Into brush drying up, black
[01:40.45]and gold dust into drink
[01:41.73]Sucking small galaxies,
[01:43.27]into puddles toasting wine
[01:44.98]Bread and dine for a feast,
[01:46.47]at the wedding of the bride
[01:48.07]And the groom, burning hair, long
[01:49.65]and tender as his kiss warm as life...
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