Golden evening shadows
Make your face look so withdrawn
I cup my hands in the light
Like i’m trying to drink from a waterfall
I don’t want to say that it suits you
The Midas touch on the plain white walls
A feeling I never get used to
Turns a house into a temple
Oh the heart pumps blood
I know it’s just a muscle so man
Why does it ache like the idioms say
Love love love, it's always on the tip of my tongue
Last sun
Not long till the streetlights come on
Soon it’ll be dark, better go home
Nice long walk in the suburbs
Even better when the light is low
There’s velvet in the asphalt
Glory in the telegraph poles
I've got no great sense for the seasons
Comes from in this city all my life
But I feel the evening
The hazy heavy light
Oh the heart pumps blood
I know it’s just a muscle so man
Why does it ache like the idioms say
Going, oh my god, so lit up and soon it’ll be gone
Last sun
Not long till the streetlights come on
Soon it’ll be dark, better go home
Last sun
Not long till the streetlights come on
Soon it’ll be dark, better go home
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