Lyrics Sun Is Coming - Matt Wilson

Sun Is Coming

Cold last attempt for the firmament, for the children’s tent consolation
Lost in my hate while I wait for the up to taste imitation
You’re trying me on machinelike
Sun is coming to the cold places, now you can feel
Sun is coming to the cold places, now I can feel
You have a state, more like a dance, like a nervous breakdown invitation
Lost in a sense, in a trance, on the telephone now California, California,
California!
We’re turning them on machinelike
Sun is coming to the cold places, now I can feel
Sun is coming to the cold places, now I can feel
Sun is coming, now you can feel free to replace me, free to relieve us,
free to erase me
Sun is coming to the cold places