Sparklehorse - Cruel Sun текст песни

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