Gone in Bloom and Bough

How does it feel to wonder
How does it feel to know who we are
I cannot find one answer
I cannot find my way back to when my sun died
My sun died
My sun died
My sun died
My sun died
How does it feel to wonder
How does it feel to know who we are
I cannot find no other
I cannot find my way back to when my sun died
My sun died
My sun died
My sun died
My sun died
Now that it falls we live with you
Now that I feel the same with you
Now that it falls we live with you
Now that I found the way there
My sunlight
My sunlight
My sunlight
My sunlight
My sunlight
My sunlight
My sunlight
My sunlight