David & The Citizens Something, Not Sunlight
Her ring & her wrist-watch
in platic dads moving box
now in my brothers hand
reminds me of something
Something, not sunlight
Now we scream in the car
just because no one can hear us
another day gone and done
Like something, not sunlight
I move the spoon slowly
the rain hammers on the street
a feeling that just won't pass
the question still stands
Like something, not sunlight
