Sunshine on my back I love the way it feels It makes all the worlds Disappear into fields Forget about the worst Pretended to give in and all this time we never knew What were we kids? What are you lying for? Why dont you tell him more, Why dont you tell them everything? Somethings never change Always with priorities and seasons That bring different kinds of rain Sorted by the basket hand picked by the team Will this ever end up Being what it seems? What are you lying for? Why dont you tell him more, Why dont you tell them everything?