Sunday

Sunday - David Bowie (大衛·鮑伊)

Nothing remains

We could run when the rain slows

Look for the cars or signs of life

Where the heat goes

Look for the drifters

We should crawl under the bracken

Look for the shafts of light

On the road where the heat goes

Everything has changed

For in truth it's the beginning of nothing

And nothing has changed

Everything has changed

For in truth it's the beginning of an end

And nothing has changed

Everything has changed

In your fear

Of what we have become

Take to the fire

Now we must burn

All that we are

Rise together

Through these clouds

As on wings

This is the trip

And this is the business we take

This is our number

All my trials

Lord will be remembered

Everything has changed