When the Sun Comes Around

Jan. 13, 2000

Sun's comin' up
Been thinkin' 'bout things
All that's pretty and precious
All the wonders love brings

Always wanted to be decent
Good, strong and true
Before it was just me
Now I want it for you

Tell me, what do you think of
When the sun comes around?
Tell it to me, babe
I want to hear every sound

This demon still haunts me
Tellin' me, "All in its place"
Sometimes it keeps me from tryin'
It masks my pale face

Don't know how to tell ya
So you'd understand
I can't touch the sky
When I can't hardly stand

Tell me, what do you think of
When the sun comes around?
Tell it to me, babe
I want to hear every sound

I'm tryin' to try
To let things alone
You get right through me
All the way to the bone

Way it should be
You down, dark and deep
Don't want nothin' hidden
You should know why I weep

Tell me, what do you think of
When the sun comes around?
Tell it to me, babe
I want to hear every sound

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