Sun Is Coming - Matt Wilson

Cold last attempt for the firmament, for the children’s tent consolation

Lost in my hate while I wait for the up to taste imitation

You’re trying me on machinelike

Sun is coming to the cold places, now you can feel

Sun is coming to the cold places, now I can feel

You have a state, more like a dance, like a nervous breakdown invitation

Lost in a sense, in a trance, on the telephone now California, California,

California!

We’re turning them on machinelike

Sun is coming to the cold places, now I can feel

Sun is coming to the cold places, now I can feel

Sun is coming, now you can feel free to replace me, free to relieve us,

free to erase me

Sun is coming to the cold places