Burning Sun

She is over there
Growing flowers in her hair
Sleeps under the ground
Feeling no warmth, hearing no sound

Floating under the burning sun
Floating under the burning sun

She's the falling water and she's the open sky
(She has many faces)
She's the root beneath us and the treetop way up high
(She has many faces)

She is over here
Twice as far and twice as near
Sleeps under the grass
Where there's no future there's no past