Total Eclipse Of The Sun کے بول

The beauty, tender glow extinguished The sky dull from a breeze Ghostly the dawn without its red Uncanny, stranged to our nature The light like lead Ripped in the dark A tiny sichle As small as cut by a surgical knife The suns last spark melts away Not unlike a dying wick Now stands disc on disc And crushes my heart All I really, really, really want to see Is a total eclipse of the sun Ah - says everyone Just as the birds are silent With surprise All I really, really, really want to see Is a total eclipse of the sun