The Gloating Sun - the Shins

Tap on your cap

There’s a whispering breeze in town

The trees have found a voice and

You’re one for fun

You’re one for fun in the gloating sun

And now I’m making it in

From out a fireplace on stilts

Pay less attention

The room

Said crying’s a fate

Or whatever word you used to call it

I’m one for climb

I’m one for climb in the sun

And how for us to be so black and happy

Before the souls have all been stopped

The draining lasts for you still

Five jars I’m drinking our fill

The tips will sing the Christmas star

Our laughing heart