Little by little the night turns around
counting the leaves wich tremble in the dawn
notices leaning on each other and yearning
under the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

On to the mountain watching the Watcher
breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine
the moment your flaw is run to your shadow
notice the shadow that reopens the vine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
heart of the sun

Breaking the shape of his questions for ever
when the sun will fall in the evening
will he remember the lesson I gave him

Set the controls for the heart of the sun
heart of the sun