Texty: Eric Clapton. Behind The Sun.

My love has gone behind the sun
Since she left the darkness has begun
Smile that used to shine on me
And nothin' more than a memory

I see her face, I hear her voice
She made her move, I had no choice
But walk and cry, wipe tears with my hand
The one that carries a weddin' band

And the clouds hang low
And the flowers that used to grow
In my heart
Are dying now, dying now

Dying now
Dying now