Paroles de Phaeton

blinding my eyes as if Heaven sent you son of the father son of the Sun for whom the Hours attend and the East Wind waits holding her breath because she's afraid bewitched and belittled by daddy's light crowned and cloaked and ready for flight on a chariot drawn by fire breathing steeds as the stars scatter and the Moon retreats slapping the reins a dilettante drives winged horses of the Sun into the open sky Divine fire in the hands of mortal man a coarse charted then lost for lack of command dust to dust and dry as bone hot as hell without trees without snow Mother Earth now choking on soot and ash begs for life for those with one last chance who'll save us now?