In the threefold of your power
You are the waning flower
You are the sun on high
Atop a greying sky
In the desert of desire
You are the waning flower
I can't begin to say
The price that you must pay
You run, you laugh, you fly
On a newer highway
You will begin to die
On a newer highway
In the threefold of your power
You are the waning flower
You are the waning flower
You are the waning flower