Buffalo Killers
mysun
Iâm not the one to say
That what youâre hearing is been said before.
Someone has to say donât ever change.
Uuu, today we got to run around,
Oh, tomorrow we will lay it down.
Look to the sky, thereâs no season.
No other way of feeling.
My sun, my sun,
And I canât tell you what to believe in,
And you can look for answers and they might seek you out.
Always let your love come raining down,
âcause thereâs no other way of being.
My sun, my sun, my sun, my sun.
Look to the sky, thereâs no season.
No other way of feeling.
My sun, my sun, my sun, my sun.