The sun tips over the horizon
Like a cup of water off a weary table
Look at the sun
And hurt your eyes
Your face never hurt my eyes
For ‘tis more beauty in those eyes
Than the sun beats light onto the earth
Circling like hungry vultures
Have prowled over you
As they sneak over my sun
Covers up your face
As if I’ve closed my eyes
A worn out photo lies tired in my leather palm
It holds all the secrets
As the photos in my mind
Playing back the mysterious secrets in our life
As I see you, so you see me
Every sleeping and waking day
Oh, sun under the clouds
Sneak away underneath the covers
From underneath the lampshade
Directing the light away from my direction
Oh, sunshine, oh me oh my