The Naked and the Famous - The Sun

Here it comes,

The unavoidable sun weighs my head,

And what the heck 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.