Chris Robinson - Better Than The Sun lyrics

rate me

Bells on a jawbone

Nails in the sand

Salt on the table

And draught on the land

Fog on the freeway

Better slow down

There's rats in the cupboard

They are crying downtown

And you walk in silken slippers

Looking for a place to call your own

You came like thunder

Stayed like Christmas

And you feel better than the sun

Flies in the water

At the edge of sunrise

A mouthful of greedy

As an angry disguise

But you walk in silken slippers

Looking for a place to call your own

You came like thunder

Stayed like Christmas

And you feel better than the sun

Sun

Sun

Warm us in your glow

Show us all you know