Move over sun, its all up to you.
Its in my veins,
its lighting up my skin
and its feasting on my soul.
The noontime sky is filled with rain clouds
filled with all of the nourishment that you give to me..
you give to me.
Temporary shade under trees gives me false security.
That I might somehow concur
whats been keeping me from grace.
Move over sun, its all up to you.
Its in my veins. Its eating my skin
and its feasting on my flesh
the noontime sky will eat us alive, will see our demise. Gloom be as the noonday! Gloom be as the noonday!