The Last Remaining Light

(альбом: Audioslave - 2002)

Roll me on your frozen fields
Break my bones to watch them heal
Drown me in your thirsty veins
Where I'll watch and I'll wait, and pray for the rain

Curl like smoke, and breathe again
Down your throat, inside your ribs
Through your spine, and every nerve
Where I watch, and I wait, and yield to the hurt

And if you don't believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night, in the last remaining light

The seven moons, and the seven suns
Heaven waits, for those who run down your winter, and underneath your waves
Where you watch and you wait, and pray for the day

And if you don't believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night, in the last remaining light
And if you don't believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night
In the last remaining light, light, light, light