"I climbed to the top of a hill
But I had just missed the sun
And although the descending arc was gone
Left behind were traces that always follow along

The most beautiful colors chase the sun
They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture
That seems to sing out loud
'This is what you're missing'

I'll endure the night
For the promise of light

I want to lift my hands towards the sun
Show me warmth
Oh baby wont you show me warmth again?

And when I can feel her with my sun hands
I promise not to lose her again
And even if the morning never comes
My hands are blessed to have touched the sun

I'll endure the night
For the promise of light
I'll endure the night
For the promise of

And when I can feel with my sun hands
I promise not to lose her again
And when I can feel with my sun hand
I promise not to lose her again


Light
I'll endure the night
For the promise of light
I'll endure the night
For the promise of"


Local Natives--Sun Hands--Gorilla Manor Album
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