The Sun

Your light is deforming the pictures on the wall
I’m just staring numbly
As you open your heart
Like a new god you’re projecting new commands
I’m just sitting dazedly
As you open your heart to me
I walk out of my room to have a drink
Saving the ruins of the day
A yellow Sunday afternoon
I’m turning into the dark
Take me away
Golden fingerprints on the carpet
Show that you were here
And the contours of the clouds in the sky
Hiding a thousand miles
The contour of the sky
Hiding a thousand miles
I’m turning into the dark
Take me away
We’re turning into the dark
Take me away