Lyrics Motorhead – Out Of The Sun

The wind is cold where I live,
The blizzard is my home,
Snow and ice and loaded dice, the Wizard lives alone,
The wind is cold where I live, whie and cold, and clean,

Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor steel,
High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel,
Trees are stone where I live, flowers made of glass,
Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past.
And all our yesterdays are now undone.
Out of the sun

Frozen and insane, I alone remain,
Held in the vice of my disdain,
There is now way that anyone will ever,
Make me warm again.

Life is death where I live, frozen grin my smile,
Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and bile,
Death is life where I live, hearts turned into stone,
Frozen breath, and froze death and prisons made of bone.
And so we shall see what become’s become,
Out of the sun.