Pull my heart down low, hid a dagger in my cloak,
Took a shovel and a gun, and a lenght of rope.
By the monster moon I will walk the night
With a hallow heart to scandalize and twist the night.
I turn, turn from the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
I turn, turn from the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
I read the books they wrote, of my wanted tears
But I’ll block the pitch with ink and change my history.
To mine lap is all, long shrunk and stained
Might crack the door and dare to step outside again.
I turn towards the sun
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
I turn, turn to the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
It took me 40 years to bear the kiss
About the looking glass and not flinch when I saw my fist.
Now my greatest fear to be exposed
Has become a thing I find I need the most.
I learned to love the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
So I learned to love the sun,
Oh, the feeling, oh, the feeling.
