Songtext von Better Than The Sun

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