The Sun

Here it comes

The unavoidable sun

Where's my head?

And what the hell have I done?

And you know

I don't remember a thing

I don't remember a thing



So I'm dumb

Am I placating the numb?

Should I fold?

Cut off my tongue

So you say

Apparently I'm digging it in

I can't feel

A thing



And you've won

So I'll go bury my head

In the ground

Yet I will lose what I said



In the sound of the words

And the numb that it brings

Now I can't feel

A thing



Here it comes

The unavoidable sum

Of what's just happened

And what's been done

And you know

I don't remember a thing

I don't remember

A thing



But it keeps on coming and I stop

But it keeps on coming and I stop

But it keeps on coming and I stop

But it keeps on coming and I stop

But it keeps on coming and I

Just stand still but it keeps on coming and I

Just stop moving but it keeps coming it

Keeps on coming so I start running and I just stop