Sans Soleil por Miike Snow

Sans Soleil

Miike Snow

Morning bled at the water's edge

The city was bringing me down

And my mind was on a ledge

Saying who's gonna help you now?

Without sun we pull what feeds us from the heat that's in-between us

How can we expect to build a boat

Seagulls running everything.

Hard. You make it hard. Hard.

It's all the opposite I think

The ladder runs side to side

Enough to make you want a drink

But there's no place to hide.

Watching shadows within shadows within shadows,

They hide their dark self from the sun,

And her voice is just a memory you're not fooling anyone.

Hard. You make it hard. Hard.