The sun faces extinction,
the color is gone from the red
As a child at home
I sat and watched them fade.

Everyone is on the move
and the quiet's affecting me.
I'll never get out of this place
that we're trying to flee.

As my world draws to the end,
the days turns into hours.
I count the minutes till the sun will rise again.

In the darkness I collect my thoughts,
I've seen my life through my own eyes:
I'll never take part in my suicide.

To think that my demise would come,
from a fifty five cent screw.
Almost sure that the big whole in the sky is getting huge

Planet to island, and my hearts been bled
Craters to valleys, I travel alone in shame

Can you find a friendly face
to help me come to terms.
Because everyone i loved has gone away.

Five years doesn't seem so long
to start over again
But I'll be lucky if I survive the day.

Written by B. Burnell, G. Burnell, M.Taylor.



Red Sun

After three years of writing, recording, mixing, ridiculing, complimenting, backtracking and several atomic hangovers, Dersu Uzala has finished their first full length album. Although the two brothers grew up together in country Victoria, over the years their musical backgrounds grew up to be two very different animals. Joined by lyricist and singer Malky Taylor, what "Tempus Fugit" presents is an intriguing hybrid of grand pianos, rich rhythmic layers, toy xylophones and a very talkative boobook owl...

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