40 Miles From The Sun
Bush There is nowhere left to hide There is nothing to be done No pets we've never names
As darkness craves the mind We come undone without our pride No time on the earth to come All the pleasures just begun
In our coats beneath the layers Wash my skin of all the hate Everything just kind of grates
I need to lose to make it right I'll confront the stars tonight I will babble I will bite You will never know how much you shine