Even if I am tempted I wonґt apologize to you

Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many

Iґve started to count backwards and now

Iґm almost halfway through, but I fear that I never will get to zero

So, now I say "oh, won't the sun rise over me"

All I say is; "oh, wonґt the sun..."

Even if I am tempted, I wonґt apologize to you

Youґve got some tender arms to enfold you and still youґre spiteful

My soul is far from redemption

I must submit to what iґve done and itґs to late for me now to beg for mercy

In that moment when I die, long before my heart decides to

Will I be whiped-out, erased?

No, you will never see me surrender

Iґm gonna keep my head held high and I know now in whom I can trust; nobody

So, now I say; "oh, wonґt the sun rise over me"

All I say is; "oh, wonґt the sun..."

All iґm saying is; "oh, wonґt the sun rise just for me"

All iґm begging is... It got visual, didnґt it?

It gets visible, well doesnґt it?

It gets much too much, doesnґt it?

And, so it has to end