Song | Stare at the Sun |
Artist | Eleanor Friedberger |
Album | Merge Sampler | Fall 2013 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the back of the taxi you turned off the TV | |
And read me a book on your phone | |
Here’s the return of your skeleton key | |
Oh baby, the places we’ve gone | |
If that was goodbye then I must be high | |
You know I’ll be seeing you soon | |
If that was goodbye then the snow in July | |
Is handed in the middle of June | |
Give me your toothpaste, give me your ointment | |
Give me your body and then | |
Keep this in amber, keep our appointment | |
Remember the things that we said | |
If that was goodbye then I must be high | |
You must be the sugar I need | |
If that was goodbye then I am a fly | |
And the future’s guaranteed | |
‘Cause when I’m with you, everything’s treasure | |
I forget what it’s like to be gone | |
I’m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I’ve been in exile so long | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun, oh, | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
Go out and get coffee and synchronize showers | |
I try not to look at the clock | |
Goodbye to your castle, wave from the tower | |
And drop me a light from the dark | |
If that was goodbye then you must be high | |
And maybe I’m loosing a thread | |
If that was goodbye then the sea has run dry | |
So I’ll fill it with tears instead | |
‘Cause when I’m with you, everything’s treasure | |
I forget what it’s like to be gone | |
I’m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I’ve been in exile so long | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
‘Cause when I’m with you, everything’s treasure | |
I forget what it’s like to be gone | |
I’m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I’ve been in exile so long | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I’ll try not to stare at the sun |
In the back of the taxi you turned off the TV | |
And read me a book on your phone | |
Here' s the return of your skeleton key | |
Oh baby, the places we' ve gone | |
If that was goodbye then I must be high | |
You know I' ll be seeing you soon | |
If that was goodbye then the snow in July | |
Is handed in the middle of June | |
Give me your toothpaste, give me your ointment | |
Give me your body and then | |
Keep this in amber, keep our appointment | |
Remember the things that we said | |
If that was goodbye then I must be high | |
You must be the sugar I need | |
If that was goodbye then I am a fly | |
And the future' s guaranteed | |
' Cause when I' m with you, everything' s treasure | |
I forget what it' s like to be gone | |
I' m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I' ve been in exile so long | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun, oh, | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
Go out and get coffee and synchronize showers | |
I try not to look at the clock | |
Goodbye to your castle, wave from the tower | |
And drop me a light from the dark | |
If that was goodbye then you must be high | |
And maybe I' m loosing a thread | |
If that was goodbye then the sea has run dry | |
So I' ll fill it with tears instead | |
' Cause when I' m with you, everything' s treasure | |
I forget what it' s like to be gone | |
I' m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I' ve been in exile so long | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
' Cause when I' m with you, everything' s treasure | |
I forget what it' s like to be gone | |
I' m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I' ve been in exile so long | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun |
In the back of the taxi you turned off the TV | |
And read me a book on your phone | |
Here' s the return of your skeleton key | |
Oh baby, the places we' ve gone | |
If that was goodbye then I must be high | |
You know I' ll be seeing you soon | |
If that was goodbye then the snow in July | |
Is handed in the middle of June | |
Give me your toothpaste, give me your ointment | |
Give me your body and then | |
Keep this in amber, keep our appointment | |
Remember the things that we said | |
If that was goodbye then I must be high | |
You must be the sugar I need | |
If that was goodbye then I am a fly | |
And the future' s guaranteed | |
' Cause when I' m with you, everything' s treasure | |
I forget what it' s like to be gone | |
I' m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I' ve been in exile so long | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun, oh, | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
Go out and get coffee and synchronize showers | |
I try not to look at the clock | |
Goodbye to your castle, wave from the tower | |
And drop me a light from the dark | |
If that was goodbye then you must be high | |
And maybe I' m loosing a thread | |
If that was goodbye then the sea has run dry | |
So I' ll fill it with tears instead | |
' Cause when I' m with you, everything' s treasure | |
I forget what it' s like to be gone | |
I' m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I' ve been in exile so long | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
' Cause when I' m with you, everything' s treasure | |
I forget what it' s like to be gone | |
I' m far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure | |
I' ve been in exile so long | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun | |
I' ll try not to stare at the sun |