This Sunshine is all the whores
and heroin that I could ever need.
The Sun ain't afraid to be alone,
just afraid to love. Still, she'll do that for me.
I don't suppose
I could have the Sun
all to myself,
but that's all I want.
The Sun finally went down and
I've never been so sad to see it go.
The greatest night-owl's been shot down;
not dead, just gone.
See, if you leave
a night-owl in the Sun,
he's the vulnerable one
but that's all he wants.
These afterthoughts of you
are the flowers that you gave light to,
still growing in my heart,
that I pick in the dark.