Chris Robinson - Better Than the Sun lyrics

Bells on a jawbone Nails in the sand Salt on the table And drought on the land There's fog on the freeway Better slow down There's rats in the cupboard They're crying downtown And you walk in silken slippers Looking for a place to call your own You came like thunder, stayed like Christmas And you feel better than the sun, oh Flies in the water The edge of sunrise A mouthful of greedy As an angry disguise And you walk in silken slippers Looking for a place to call your own And you came like thunder, stayed like Christmas And you feel better than the sun Sun Sun Warm us in your glow Show us all you know Ahh Ahh Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun, sun Sun Sun