Dror Kessler - Searching For The Sun

It's getting late
Oh, but not too late
To fall in love
To lose it all, to forget
Your sense of self
Your memories, regrets
Are welcomed here
Just come on near

Your very best
Has yet to come, just get undressed
Put on your cat suite
Hit the streets, you know the rest
Will follow on without a plan
You see
The world's at your command
It understands

When you're searching for the sun
Every trick you pull is like a gun
When you know the race has run
The only one left standing is your son
He's the one

All the joy
Every moment that you had
Has taught the boy
Things he will never learn on TED
To light a fire
Crack some wood
Fix some shelter, cook some food
To know he's good

Sober or drunk dead
Sane or crazy in the head
Never be afraid
To sing this song
To tell his praise
To be amazed

Written by:
Dror Kessler

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