Crushed Sun

Crushed sun
In my hands
All over my clothes
Must've been the glare
Out on the balcony
Where we hang
Your mood dressing truth
In modern slang

Always seeker prayer gatherer
Sun-fire in chains
Crushed up in my hands
It isn't all symbols and meaning
And that's half the sweetness of it all
There you are simmering on the horizon
Taking in the view
Maker of temples
Who doesn't forget the feeling of a faith
Lost in your own sense of now
Laughing on a shoulder of gold
The nights they blur
Directionless and perfect in my mind
Like they really were

Crushed sun in my hands
All over my clothes
Must've been the glare
Out on the balcony
Where we hang



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Evans
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