Singing with the trees
Been awhile since I did it for myself
Now I'm back to my old ways again
Falling with the snow
Where am I bound to go?
The rays are hidden behind the mountain slope
Wrong side of the sun
Wrong side of the sun
Yeah, wrong side of the
Even when I'm low
And I've got no place to go
You come to me with hands of the finest gold
Place them on my eyes
And show me better times
I can't imagine leaving you tonight
Wrong side of the sun
Wrong side of the sun
Yeah, wrong side of the
Even when we're old
And our bodies decompose
When the Earth decides to turn our skin to mold
I'll be with you, dear
Am I making myself clear?
We'll burn forever have nothing to fear
Yeah
Wrong side of the sun
Wrong side of the sun
Yeah, wrong side of the