Bleaching Sun - The Phoenix Foundation

Well I’m waking up |

to your crazy shit

And I’m leaving now |

Yes I’m a jumping ship |

Because your heart is cold |

like a box of beer

And I just can cope|

with you my dear

Under the bleaching sun |

out on the washing line

Hanging from our thumbs |

until we get us dry

And I’m cooking up |

a little kooky scheme

To clean their minds |

Such precious minds|

the sweetest minds I’ve ever seen

Now you’re feeding on |

the simple young

And your bloody tongue |

doesn’t turn me on

A sacrificial lamb |

is in your arms

And I see your face |

and its wicked charms

And the way you work the room |

until everybody here starts bleeding from the

eyes

Under the bleaching sun |

Out on the washing line

Hanging from our thumbs |

until we get us dry

And I’m a cooking up |

a little kooky scheme

To clean their minds |

and break your spine |

apart in my hands

And this could be all |

that you ever know |

until you let it go your mind is

gone

It’s heading for the bleaching sun

I’ll never know |

I don’t mind at all

'Cause I’ve seen it all fall before

As you head into the bleaching sun

You’re heading for the |

bleaching sun