Lyrics

Well if you face the sun and you'll never see a shadow
I can't chase ghosts forever or happily ever afters
I know I’m just a child in bigger clothes
The hole torn in my pocket where all the money goes

At some point you must move on Elvis left the building
but still I linger on
There’s a little bit of truth in every good lie
The elephant in the room he’ll listen if you try

But I don't know why
I don't know why
I fall in circles, and pleasure causes pain
i can't breathe when you're standin beside me
What good is Sunday when Monday brings such pain
And i can't see.....goin' eighty in the rain

Well they say the truth It’ll set you free
But first it’ll make you mad, (the) fruit of poison trees
Take back your rain said the flower to the sun
with your hands on my face, look at heaven on the run