"Sunburned In London" lyrics
Sunburned in London
Up from The Colony
Greet the Old Enemy
With new energy
Haven't we met before?
Ancient history
In the rose garden
Felt your heart harden
We are strangers
We will always be strangers
Sunburned in Dublin
The queen is dead
I see my brothers in the street
Long love our friends
I see my mother
In the hills
If I squint hard enough
I'm not the only one
Nostalgically fucked up
And it's been raining for 400 years here
Sunburned in Tokyo
We were still strangers
Kissed by the turnstile
Shibuya Station
I held you close
As the lights smeared
Under the umbrella
Your eyes were clear
As the mountain stream
Smoke from the alley
Moss on the stone
Moss on our dreams
And always strangers
Sunburned in Oslo
Glass towers gleaming
In the brilliant views
Expensive blues
In secret harbours
Teens try mischief
But it gets harder
When the midnight sun
Shines down
Down on everyone
Sorry situation
Sunburned in New York
City of the holy
Touch down in Newark
Dream it starts slowly
Tony said
Ever feel like you missed out on the ground floor?
Say sweet nothing in endless bathrooms
There are countries in the canyons
Garbage marinating on the pavement
Trust fund babies making gravy
This must be the place
Sunburned in Melbourne
Arrived uninvited
Now we're inside
Lock the door behind
I'm at the bar
Still talking about the war
Talk about old enemies
Talk about new energy
Talk about property
Talk about no history
Talk crossroad Germany
Talk midnight Sicily
Talk Christ at Calvary
Talk past life revelry
Talk about revolution
We talk about Melbourne
And Caroline Springs eternal
Sunburned in Tokyo
We were still strangers
Kiss by the turnstile
Shibuya station
I held you close
As the lights smeared
Under the umbrella
Your eyes were clear
As the mountain stream
Smoke from the alley
Moss on the stone
Moss on our dreams
And always strangers
We will never get the idea
My one
And your eyes aren't dry
For long
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Wind it back
To the start
When the flame was in the heart
But the days keep coming strong
And the shadows growing long
Wind it back
To the start
When the rain was off the chart
And the sun it rises still
On our outpost
On the hill
Up from The Colony
Greet the Old Enemy
With new energy
Haven't we met before?
Ancient history
In the rose garden
Felt your heart harden
We are strangers
We will always be strangers
Sunburned in Dublin
The queen is dead
I see my brothers in the street
Long love our friends
I see my mother
In the hills
If I squint hard enough
I'm not the only one
Nostalgically fucked up
And it's been raining for 400 years here
Sunburned in Tokyo
We were still strangers
Kissed by the turnstile
Shibuya Station
I held you close
As the lights smeared
Under the umbrella
Your eyes were clear
As the mountain stream
Smoke from the alley
Moss on the stone
Moss on our dreams
And always strangers
Sunburned in Oslo
Glass towers gleaming
In the brilliant views
Expensive blues
In secret harbours
Teens try mischief
But it gets harder
When the midnight sun
Shines down
Down on everyone
Sorry situation
Sunburned in New York
City of the holy
Touch down in Newark
Dream it starts slowly
Tony said
Ever feel like you missed out on the ground floor?
Say sweet nothing in endless bathrooms
There are countries in the canyons
Garbage marinating on the pavement
Trust fund babies making gravy
This must be the place
Sunburned in Melbourne
Arrived uninvited
Now we're inside
Lock the door behind
I'm at the bar
Still talking about the war
Talk about old enemies
Talk about new energy
Talk about property
Talk about no history
Talk crossroad Germany
Talk midnight Sicily
Talk Christ at Calvary
Talk past life revelry
Talk about revolution
We talk about Melbourne
And Caroline Springs eternal
Sunburned in Tokyo
We were still strangers
Kiss by the turnstile
Shibuya station
I held you close
As the lights smeared
Under the umbrella
Your eyes were clear
As the mountain stream
Smoke from the alley
Moss on the stone
Moss on our dreams
And always strangers
We will never get the idea
My one
And your eyes aren't dry
For long
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Eyes aren't dry
Wind it back
To the start
When the flame was in the heart
But the days keep coming strong
And the shadows growing long
Wind it back
To the start
When the rain was off the chart
And the sun it rises still
On our outpost
On the hill
Writer(s): Francis Keaney, Joseph Russo, Thomas Russo, Marcel Tussie, Joseph White
