The Sun Is Dying, Too

Mother Mary Take my soul Bowl of cherries Pot of gold Like all the stories Never told The sun will wake to you A cosmos in the virgin white To know the darkness See the light Come Nazareth Inside the night The sun will set with blue Forgive my tossed and tackled tongue Love the gunman Hate the gun They are not The chosen one The sun is burning through I don't know if I'm coming down In the heavens Echoed sounds Suspended by A mushroom cloud The sun will wake anew I met a girl in Lady Bird We talked a lot She didn't say a word Though above the trees I thought I heard The sun is dying, too The sun is dying, too The sun is dying, too The sun is dying, too Moon