The Red of the Morning Sun

I woke up early this morning When columns of night went pale white The shades of faith disappeared And the sky above you no longer blue When did our moon cease to bleed? When shalt the columns be freed? To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun The red of the morning sun One part of crystal oxygen Two parts of glycerine Three parts of cold spring water To bring back the four river daughters Five steps out of the black room With six, six, six of gloom, leaving Seven seashells on the shore Whisper eight nine ten and I wanna hear more I looked through the prism when colour went away Faded into grey And the sun was still shinin' in the morning but pale white So white When did our moon cease to bleed? When shalt the columns be freed? To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun To bring back our gold and to bring back the red of the sun The red of the morning sun Is this all we get? Is this all we get? Is this all we get? Is this all there is? Is this all there is?