The Sun
Here it comesThe unavoidable sun weighs my headAnd what the hell have I done?
And you knowI don't remember a thingI don't remember a thing
So I'm doneAm I placating the notes?Should I fault?
Cut off my tongueSo you say apparently I'm digging it inI can't feel a thing
(A thing, a thing, a thing, a thing)
And you've wonSo I go bury my headIn the ground
Yet I won't lose what I saidIn the sound of the words and the note that it bringsNo, I can't feel a thing
Here it comesThe unavoidable sunOf what just happened and what's been done
And you knowI don't remember a thingI don't remember a thing
But it keeps on coming and I stopBut it keeps on coming and I stopBut it keeps on coming and I stopBut it keeps on coming and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I just stand stillBut it keeps on coming and I just stop movingBut it keeps coming, it keeps, keeps comingSo I start running and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I just stand stillBut it keeps on coming and I just stop movingBut it keeps coming, it keeps, keeps comingSo I start running and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I just stand stillBut it keeps on coming and I just stop movingBut it keeps coming, it keeps, keeps comingSo I start running and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I just stand stillBut it keeps on coming and I just stop movingBut it keeps coming, it keeps, keeps comingSo I start running and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I just stand stillBut it keeps on coming and I just stop movingBut it keeps coming, it keeps, keeps comingSo I start running and I stop
And I run, and I run, and I run, and I runAnd I run, and I run, and I run, and I runAnd I run, and I run, and I run, and I runAnd I run, and I run, and I run, and I run
And I run