Over The Sun (Daniel Catarino) Over the sun there’s a cloud Where an angel cries out loud The reflection of his gun is the sun Over the sun there’s a star With a fortress made of tar The reflection of this wall is the sun All of the sun is made of clay And the children go there to play And when the sun disappears, follow me Over the sun there’s a boat And the captain’s made of wood And the anchor is the arpoon of the moon Over the sun there’s a sea And the ocean shines on me Someone told me not to run, it was the sun All of the sun turns to grey And the oceans fade away Nothing more ever comes from the sunshining Moonflying, never grown up boys Come along, all as one, to the sun All of the sky seems to rain All the stars have turned to clay All of them but not one Not the sun shining Moonflying, birds crying, men dying Sun shining, moon flying, birds crying, men dying One for all, all for one, for the sun Over the sun...