400 Miles From The Sun
Bush
There is nowhere left to hide
There is nothing to be done
No pets we've never named
As darkness craves the mind
We come undone without our pride
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'll never know how much you shine