Aidan Knight The Sun
The wind in my ear
I pedal and push
Riding my bicycle
The clouds are too much
I found the brakes
Light came down as I rode away
Tied up my ties
Tried to look my very best
Wind off the arms, and arms
Crossed on my chest
Just what I feared
A knife or a crutch
Caught in the spokes and
Got me all cut up
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
The sun (the sun)
(The sun) (the sun)
(The sun) (the sun)
(The sun) (the sun)
(The sun) (the sun)