I feel the strands push through my scalp for blue skies
Grow up, grow tall, then steeple palm to palm
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?
Legend says it's there to reach for men with means
If love, if happiness, then just take a grip
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?
Preach goodliness like you've the throat, the road to heaven
Preach to us like you'll sell deviants the verse
Raise the men! but what's a man?
Praise the sun! that never burned.
I'm over. I'm over.
Been over all along.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
I feel the strands push through my scalp for blue skies
Grow up, grow tall, then steeple palm to palm
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?
Legend says it's there to reach for men with means
If love, if happiness, then just take a grip
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?
Preach goodliness like you've the throat, the road to heaven
Preach to us like you'll sell deviants the verse
Raise the men! but what's a man?
Praise the sun! that never burned.
I'm over. I'm over.
Been over all along.
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