The Gloating Sun

Tap on your cap
There's a whispering breeze in town
The trees have found a voice and...
You're one for fun
You're one for fun in the gloating sun I've had
And now I'm making it
In front of a fireplace on stilts

Pay less attention to those sad kinds of fate
Or whatever word you used to call it
I'm up for climbing
I'm up for climbing
This timing now for us to be
Of black and happy
Before the souls have all been stopped

The drain will last for me still
Five jars, I'm drinking our fill
The tips will sing the Christmas star
Our laughing hearts...