The Last Remaining Light

Audioslave

Roll me on your frozen fields 
break my bones to watch them heal 
drown me in your thirsty veins 
where I watch and I wait 
and pray for the rain 

curl like smoke 
and breathe again 
down your throat 
inside your ribs 
and through your spine 
and every nerve 
where I watch and I wait 
and you too the herd 

and if you don't feel me now 
sun will rise 
still I'm in grief of the coming night 
in the last remaining light 

seven moons and seven suns 
heaven waits for those who run 
down your winter and underneath your waves 
when 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 
and in the last remaining light 

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