Solar On The Rise - Tennis

I will be your history

I’ll be the blame

Like the sacred mysteries

They’re all the same

Dark

That throw their fragrance round

Roots that clutch through the dust

Below the ground

Silver moon is turning

Now I feel the glow

Lift your bellies high

My solar on the rise

See a miracle

But my baby don’t believe

If that gift is a given

You better not receive

There’s a hymn within

Singing all the end

Lift your bellies high

My solar on the rise