The Sun

The Sun - The Naked and Famous
Here it comes

The unavoidable sun weighs my head,

And what the hell have I done,
And you know,

I don't remember a thing

I don't remember

A thing

So I'm done,

Am I placating the notes?

Should I fault
Cut off my tongue

So you say
Apparently I'm digging it in
I can't feel

A thing
（A thing, a thing, a thing, a thing）

And you've won

So I go bury my head

In the ground
Yet I won't lose what I said
In the sound of the words and the note that it brings

No I can't feel

A thing

Here it comes

The unavoidable sun
Of what's just happened

And what's been done
And you know

I don't remember a thing
I don't remember

A thing

But it keeps on coming and I stop

But it keeps on coming and I just stand still

But it keeps on coming and I stop moving

But it keeps on coming and I stop

And it keeps on coming and I just stand still

But it keeps on coming and I stop

And it keeps on coming and I just stand still

But it keeps coming and I just stop
So I stop running and I just stop

But it keeps on coming and I just stop moving

But it keeps on coming and it keeps on coming so I just stand still

But it keeps on coming and I just stand still

And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run.