It was fun time, I wasn't hungry anymore, there was no light for you to hide,
head low, don't shout, ocean survives, it's the way it's climbing back to sorrow,
it is on my roof, having left the bloody sky,
mom was in the mirror, acting out another line,
children in the schoolyard singing, everybody dies,
I am on the corner with the sentimental eyes, I am on the corner singing sentimental eyes,
hop up on gypsy train with tracks that you can hide,
that way no storm would follow our tomorrow's work,
shackle to a suitcase full of automatic under the lamp,
our hair to dance spoil under,
JJ's in the kitchen talking about the end of time,
mom was growing hair away to catch her in the ride,
temper back to your gaze waking Mary with a pint,
I am on the corner with the sentimental eyes,
I am on the corner singing sentimental eyes,
sometimes I need, sometimes I need sunshine on my mind,
all the same it's conscience waiting,
across the line.
Last night I dreamed myself a popcorn in play,
the clouds blasting out of my reflections,
to everyone I've known held my hands till they would play,
and the score fired back from my connection,
JJ's on the mountain singing we will never die,
the bend is in the rainbow, playing love for you and I,
keep this right shop locked in and let the baby smile,
and I am on the island where I've opened up my eyes,
I am on the island where I've opened up my eyes,
sometimes I need, sometimes I need sunshine on my mind,
even when you're feeling, you're feeling like a child,
even when you're dancing, you're feeling like a child,
sometimes I need sunshine on my mind,
I'm just saying it's conscience waiting,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
across the line,
