feel the sun
well here i go, starting over
i have no plans to live in clover
i’ll just breathe the air, drink the water, feel the sun
now i don’t want fancy clothes to hide in
just my guitar, a pen for writing
i wanna breathe the air, drink the water, feel the sun
i feel how fresh the air blows
the water’s sweet like cherry wine
the sun shines warm upon my skin as i dive in
you can take my house and all that’s in it
you can take my money - go on and spend it
if i can breathe the air, drink the water, feel the sun
well here i am - you know where to find me
all my troubles i put behind me
and i’ll breathe the air, drink the water, feel the sun
when i thought i’d died, slain in battle
all that had fallen was my shadow
now i breathe the air, drink the water, feel the sun
i feel how fresh the air blows
the water’s sweet like cherry wine
the sun shines warm upon my skin as i dive in
if i take a train, i’ll ride the rails
catch a boat, i’ll raise the sails
and breathe the air, drink the water, feel the sun
written by tom yates 5 december 2011
tom yates - vocal, guitar, keyboard
lloyd hanson - bass, electric guitar
raymond xavier v - drums