The sun golden rays
Hitting hot on the window panes
Carving out its burning heat
You think God is angry or something
Carving long shadows across
As if peeping through your soul
Capturing you in its claws
“Look at me don't be a fool!”
The heat becomes unbearable
It circulates around the house
In the morning glory sun
The still wind afraid to hiss around
The day seems to blossom
The trick of nature keeping awake
Carving out its shadows
You think God is angry or something
Hitting hot on the window panes
Carving out its burning heat
You think God is angry or something
Carving long shadows across
As if peeping through your soul
Capturing you in its claws
“Look at me don't be a fool!”
The heat becomes unbearable
It circulates around the house
In the morning glory sun
The still wind afraid to hiss around
The day seems to blossom
The trick of nature keeping awake
Carving out its shadows
You think God is angry or something
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