Tekster: Badly Drawn Boy. The Hour Of Bewilderbeast. The Shining.

Faith pours from your walls
Drowning your calls
I've tried to hear
You're not near

Remembering when
I saw your face
Shining my way
Pure timing

Now I've fallen in deep
Slow silent sleep
It's killing me
I'm dying

To put a little bit
Of sunshine in your life

Now this slick fallen rift
Came like a gift
Your body moves
Ever nearer

And you will dry this tear
Now that we're here
And grieve for me
Not history

And suddenly you're
In love with everything

Warm sun, warm sun
Warm sun, warm sun
Warm sun