The Sun

Here it comes, The unavoidable sun weighs my head, And what the hell have I done, And you know, I don't remember a thing I don't remember A thing So I'm done, Am I placating the notes? Should I fault Cut off my tongue So you say Apparently I'm digging it in I can't feel A thing And you've won So I go bury my head In the ground Yet I won't lose what I said In the sound of the words and the note that it brings No I can't feel A thing Here it comes The unavoidable sun Of what's just happened And what's been done And you know I don't remember a thing I don't remember A thing But it keeps on coming and I stop But it keeps on coming and I just stand still But it keeps on coming and I stop moving [But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming] But it keeps on coming and I stop And it keeps on coming and I just stand still [But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming] But it keeps on coming and I stop And it keeps on coming and I just stand still But it keeps coming and I just stop So I stop running and I just stop But it keeps on coming and I just stop moving But it keeps on coming and it keeps on coming so I just stand still But it keeps on coming and I just stand still And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run.