in the land of the rising sun
i laid bare and and beseeching.
and the man who rises the sun
who was my light of the morning
he spoke of you so beautifully
but all i have was cancer on my tongue.
in the land of the rising sun
i laid bare and and beseeching.
and the man who rises the sun
who was my light of the morning
he spoke of you so beautifully
but all i have was cancer on my tongue.
