hey you big star tell me when it's over hey you
big mood guide me
to

shelter cause i'm through when the two hits the
six and it's summer cloud

come shove the sun aside i think god is moving
its tongue there are no

crowds in the streets and no sun in my own summer
the shade is a tool a

device a savior see i try to look up to the sky
but my eyes burn cloud come

shove the sun aside.