Look Out

Out with the golden drizzle And a lover that calls Now, to the doorway to run So the good is not lost 'Cause I was looking, now we're peeking over, I was looking In the corner feather flint the soul I've heard it's all the same And I hope I'm still alive of course When it does hit the sun Now when I pass through the gate I will die holding your hand So, I have gathered your craze And replaced it with mine 'Cause I was looking, now we're peeking over, I was looking In the corner feather flint the soul I've heard it's all the same So I hope I'm still alive of course When it does hit the sun And you'll be lucky once Waiting for the sun to rise When the summer comes Drags you for miles So you cover up As the weather starts to change And you settle in And the business it remains