Cruel Sun - Sparklehorse

Its crawling

Still all in Befallen

Cruel sun

In summer

Oh slumber

My number

Is up Theres peaches

In reaches

With leeches

At heart

Im thinkin

And blinkin

Its stingin

Mine eyes

Abhorring

Hes gorging

Still boring

On me Its lighter

Its brighter

No fighter

Is i Its dried up And tied up And fried up Mine eyes

Its crawling

Still all in Befallen

Cruel sun