The Sun
Ball of cancer and light
Chipped tooth smile
In a winters ocean
The Sun
Burning down to the filter
Between the yellow fingers of the city
The Sun
A two dollar coin
Falling from heaven
Rolling through mean street gutters
Laughing
The Sun
Fading like a memory
Of a drunken kiss
As night floods the sky
And the streets scream alive
The Sun
Dressed in rags and bad luck
Talking of former glory
After one two many beers
The Sun
Jilted lover flashing
A gold tooth smile
In a cloudless sky