Oh, isn't it just a bit-
oh, just a bit-
nauseating to know...
Oh, isn't it just a bit-
oh, just a bit-
that your winter's sunlight is dead
all before it ever reaches your skin.
And maybe this is the lullaby,
the lullaby for you...
you're such a star, but you're dyin'
swirling in that cosmic blue.
And darling, I don't write songs,
but I suppose that's changed...
Darling, when are you coming home?
There was this once upon a time
and we were skipping down the lane,
it just you and me, my darling,
in the summer sunlight plain.
But summer's gone and died,
the winter settles down.
When are you coming home?
I miss having you around..
Do you ever miss me
when you hear our songs?
The ones we promised to sing loud
'cause four years ain't too long.
Sunshine, do you still love me
even when the world is black?
When are you coming..
when are you coming, coming back.
Oh isn't it just a little bit
nauseating to know?
That the stars burning bright way over your head
are just a little bit of dying glow..
**it's a song. music is nonexistant. make your own tune**
