all that she makes are holes to this ol' pretty sky
and she’s not leavin’ yet the storm that blows her head
all that she says are lines all in rhymes
and she’s not leavin’ yet the storm that blows her head
off crazy sorrows

it’s the sun that makes the world go
and it’s the king that lost his crown tonight
the sun the sun the sun

all that she fells is the pain on her skin
and she’s not crying yet
the strom that blows her head off crazy sorrows

it’s the sun that makes the world go
and it’s the king that lost his crown tonight
the sun the sun the sun