Sunhouse: “Hard Sun” promo single

(Gavin Clark)

The city lights flick to display.

Bang! There goes another day.

The believers in the basement,

They are singing songs about a way

To be reborn and regenerate,

But none of this communicates to me.

Up here on the second floor,

I've forgotten what I'm waiting for--

A friend, a brother, mother, woman? Maybe,

But I have all these in this sulphate,

Emotionless and considerate to me.

The silver clock chimes off again,

Reminds me of my childhood pain.

And the burden that was lifted

When I made it to the city,

Disillusioned and full of hate,

But a member of the mother state, and free.

At empty walls I sit and stare.

I sense a feeling in the air,

In the of thought I wonder,

"Can I make it on my own?"

But deep down in my heart, I know

That I ain't never, ever going home.

And it's

A hard sun,

A hard sun,

That's been beating on my back.

It's a hard sun

That shines its light on me.