Lyrics Bleaching Sun - The Phoenix Foundation

Bleaching Sun

Well I’m waking up |
to your crazy shit
And I’m leaving now |
Yes I’m a jumping ship |
Because your heart is cold |
like a box of beer
And I just can cope|
with you my dear
Under the bleaching sun |
out on the washing line
Hanging from our thumbs |
until we get us dry
And I’m cooking up |
a little kooky scheme
To clean their minds |
Such precious minds|
the sweetest minds I’ve ever seen
Now you’re feeding on |
the simple young
And your bloody tongue |
doesn’t turn me on
A sacrificial lamb |
is in your arms
And I see your face |
and its wicked charms
And the way you work the room |
until everybody here starts bleeding from the
eyes
Under the bleaching sun |
Out on the washing line
Hanging from our thumbs |
until we get us dry
And I’m a cooking up |
a little kooky scheme
To clean their minds |
and break your spine |
apart in my hands
And this could be all |
that you ever know |
until you let it go your mind is
gone
It’s heading for the bleaching sun
I’ll never know |
I don’t mind at all
'Cause I’ve seen it all fall before
As you head into the bleaching sun
You’re heading for the |
bleaching sun