Desoto Jones Sweet Sun
symphonies of grey confusion
spin around and turn me inside out.
it fuels the doubt.
and if i could just hold on to something
then what i'm worth would get a little better,
i dont know how.
sweet sun, sweet sun,
melt the ice and warm everyone.
balance beams are all i walk on
but way up high the view is so sincere,
so very clear.
the evasion takes control of me
and intensifies when i get a little closer
to what i want.
sweet sun, sweet sun,
melt the ice and warm everyone.
still fighting, we are all still fighting this cold,
and its three against one.
still fighting, we are all still fighting this cold,
and its three against one.
sweet sun, sweet sun, come out
