I wrote this once before,
Long before the summer,
You were then a student,
And we were dark as angels,
We were in the east,
Working to the west,
The west was looking south,
And the south she had no pity,
But last night I dreamed,
And you were always in ti,
There were hopes and plans and schemes,
And the town was full of winners,
Oh brother, oh sister,
This changing light,
Has lighted things so differently,
Has lighted things so differently.
I wrote this once before,
And we were all then working,
We thought we'd stop the flow,
Of a cruel and heartless woman,
If I'd known this then,
What would these wings have done,
They'd have beat and flapped and flown,
And not done and not done.
But last night I dreamed,
And you were always in ti,
There were hopes and plans and schemes,
And the town was full of winners,
Oh brother, oh sister,
This changing light,
Has lighted things so differently,
Has lighted things so differently.
I wrote it on my hand,
I kept it in the dark,
I never ran it through my hair,
I stuffed it in my pocket,
I wrote this on a journey,
All the way from Spain,
Where our fellows fought,
And never came back again.
To this changing light...
Words - Ricky Ross, Music - James Prime