fat old sun

the fat old sun in the sky falls lazy and warm the nightingale calls
the tide is late wonder why
don’t you wait
the earth is undone come alive and in love
dream, don’t you make a sound
pick your feet up off the ground
and if you feel a weary rain
sing to me, sing to me


the fat old sun spins around
one with the scent of the day spend sleeping and dreaming
the waves are in tune with the breeze and the moon
all out to the sea and the air in between
feel, don’t you make a sound
pick your feet up off the ground
and if you feel a weary rain
sing to me, sing to me