Songtexte Sunset (2018 Remaster) - Kate Bush
                                                Could 
                                                be 
                                                honeycomb
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                sky 
                                                of 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                shadow, 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                slipping 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                wet 
                                                clothes?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                changes 
                                                into
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                most 
                                                beautiful
 
                                    
                                
                                                Iridescent 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows 
                                                who 
                                                wrote 
                                                that 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                blackbirds 
                                                sing 
                                                at 
                                                dusk
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                colour
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                sands 
                                                sing 
                                                in 
                                                crimson, 
                                                red 
                                                and 
                                                rust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                climb 
                                                into 
                                                bed 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                to 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                sleepy 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Must 
                                                say 
                                                goodbye
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                before 
                                                it 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                sky 
                                                of 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                us 
                                                close 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                if 
                                                the 
                                                skies 
                                                turn 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                may 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Comets 
                                                and 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows 
                                                who 
                                                wrote 
                                                that 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                blackbirds 
                                                sing 
                                                at 
                                                dusk
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                colour
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                sands 
                                                sing 
                                                in 
                                                crimson, 
                                                red 
                                                and 
                                                rust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                climb 
                                                into 
                                                bed 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                to 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows 
                                                who 
                                                wrote 
                                                that 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                blackbirds 
                                                sing 
                                                at 
                                                dusk
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                colour
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                sands 
                                                sing 
                                                in 
                                                crimson, 
                                                red 
                                                and 
                                                rust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                climb 
                                                into 
                                                bed 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                to 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                sing 
                                                of 
                                                summer 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                sunset
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sing 
                                                for 
                                                us, 
                                                so 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                may 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                day 
                                                writes 
                                                the 
                                                words 
                                                right 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                all 
                                                go 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                top 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                sing 
                                                of 
                                                summer 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                sunset
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sing 
                                                for 
                                                us, 
                                                so 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                may 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                day 
                                                writes 
                                                the 
                                                words 
                                                right 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                go 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                top 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                go 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                top 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                            1 This Woman's Work (2018 Remaster)
2 Aerial (2018 Remaster)
3 Joanni (2018 Remaster)
4 Prologue (2018 Remaster)
5 Somewhere In Between (2018 Remaster)
6 The Painter's Link (2018 Remaster)
7 50 Words For Snow (2018 Remaster)
8 Among Angels (2018 Remaster)
9 Lake Tahoe (2018 Remaster)
10 Misty (2018 Remaster)
11 Snowed In At Wheeler Street (2018 Remaster)
12 Wild Man (2018 Remaster)
13 Flower of the Mountain (2018 Remaster)
14 Prelude (2018 Remaster)
15 Aerial Tal (2018 Remaster)
16 Deeper Understanding (2018 Remaster)
17 Never Be Mine (2018 Remaster)
18 Lily (2018 Remaster)
19 Top of the City (2018 Remaster)
20 A Coral Room (2018 Remaster)
21 An Architect's Dream (2018 Remaster)
22 Bertie (2018 Remaster)
23 How To Be Invisible (2018 Remaster)
24 King of the Mountain (2018 Remaster)
25 Mrs. Bartolozzi (2018 Remaster)
26 Nocturn (2018 Remaster)
27 Sunset (2018 Remaster)
28 Song of Solomon (2018 Remaster)
29 Snowflake (2018 Remaster)
30 Pi (2018 Remaster)
31 And So Is Love (2018 Remaster)
32 Moments of Pleasure (2018 Remaster)
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