In the wake. Up, down and gone awry.
I'm paper in your basket, don't tell me
you're not asking why. Don't fear, it's
alright, I won't be in the sun today.
Not all words can have their say or due.
I'm watching them perfectly entwining you.
Don't fear, it's alright,
you won't be in the sun today.
Urge smiles and stands so tall.
Saints making sinners of us all.
Change?
What would our names be?
This forgetful and forbidding time
puts us in a whole new heat-lamp-blistering light.
Don't fear, it's alright,
we won't be in the sun today.
I won't be in the sun today.