Do not fear the sun in your eyes. Do you feel like you wanna deny. But when we're talking too shameful to you. Got me feeling too cold in the winter. Gotta feed out the door for the summer. It's just
I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,. I'll be the bright and black that's making you run. And I feel alright, and we'll feel alright,. 'Caus
