ATA - Olga Bell

Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me

How do I keep from getting in my own way?

And don’t sugar-coat at all, be brutal

Running around without fire

While too many minutes tick tick tick by

Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me

How do I keep from getting in my own way?

He left a thought in my brain, whispering:

You’re maybe not the greatest, but you’re good, you’re different

And know that I always keep an eye on your work

It’s easier to talk here

It’s easier for me to catch your ear

But sun at Fire Island, what do you mean?

Am I dead?

Am I dead?

Am I dead?

Am I dead?

Am I dead?

Am I?

Am I?

Am I fucking useless?

No-one reads what I’ve said, no-one gets in my head

Am I dead?

Am I?

Am I?

Am I fucking useless?

The sun said: Baby it’s tough!

But don’t get low

Our work is humble

Daily I rise, daily you write

Baby it’s tough!

But don’t lose hope

Our work is humble

Daily I rise, daily you write that poem

Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me

How do I keep from getting in my own way?

And don’t sugar-coat at all, be brutal

Running around without fire

While too many minutes tick tick tick by

Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me…