"Stare At The Sun" lyrics

"Stare At The Sun"

I can't believe you're in my life
Are you the real thing? I can't decide
Withered away, scared of the night
With or without you, I'm mortified
Stared at the sun, blah
Shot all your guns, uh, you fucked it up
Hard to relate, deformed and insane
A wicked face, delicious taste
It's my world, it's not yours
You broke in and bursted my sunny day, but no more
And the sky scrapes through my feet
And I extend my reach, uh

And the castle's falling in
And the makeshift shelter's dim
And I shed my memory
Of the gifts you gave to me
But it had to be done, it had to be fast
Am I worthy to speak on behalf of my past?
In the end, a ray, the light, the haze
The heat, the waves, a decadent blaze
I made an escape, I dive in the lake
To give and to take, I give and I take

And I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take
I give and I take


Writer(s): Luke Prost, David Prost
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