Narrow Sun
Luke Top, Lewis Pesacov
I watched you rile up and wick away
Melted candle where is your flame?
Does excitement not equal change?
Just this time
I liked you better when you were free
A flowerbed by the salted sea
Before the blindfold was everything
You were alive
It takes a narrow sun
To light your narrow run
It takes a narrow sun
To light your narrow run
I have a feeling well meet again
Under silence and heavy rain
Ill invite you to take my hand
Just this time
It takes a narrow sun
To light your narrow run
It takes a narrow sun
To light your narrow run
Illumination?
Your own direction?
It takes a narrow sun
To light your narrow run
It takes a narrow sun
To light your narrow run