These are the vignettes
These are the spaces
These are the moons
Of our creation
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
To be a spaceship
And make that turn
To the only home
For which we yearn
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
You lick the salt back
And taste the sound
Breathe the air
Until you drown
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
A tiny earthquake
That cracks the drive
Through which a flower
Will some day rise
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sand in the hourglass has turned to mud
Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
There's no depression
But symptoms rise
A Sunday drifter
With asphalt eyes
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
Glued to wheels
And how they turn
Worn to fossils
With fuel to burn
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sand in the hourglass has turn to mud
Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
Clouds make windows
That frame the sky
Brushed with paint
And hung to dry
When the sun gets in your blood
The price is set
And the market holds
No masterpiece
Unless it's sold
When the sun gets in your blood
Wide the redwing
And stub the toe
To find the gravel
We used to know
When the sun gets in your blood
Long to winward
On feather luck
I love you bird
Come and pick me up
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sand and the hourglass turn to mud
Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
When the sun gets in your blood
When the sand and the hourglass turn to mud
Then people everywhere will seek out all your love
People everywhere will seek out all your love