The Vanity of our Affairs - Solo

I saw the sun

I saw the light touch my skin and it felt warm

I heard a sigh (he heard his sigh)

I heard my sigh

I hurt my lungs and it burnt my tongue as air went by

These words I meant to speak

But it’s silence that we reap

This land is a wasteland

A «taste land» for bitter and for sweet

On my lips, so gently kissed

I perceived lament and hiss

Lightning strikes, as known hereby, sometimes twice

And then I found what I came here for

The relics of our Civil War

Trenches, blackened trees and mud up to our knees

These words I meant to speak

But it’s silence that we reap

This land is a wasteland

A «taste land» for bitter and for sweet

This land is a wasteland

It’s the vanity of our affairs